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In Diddly Do → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Quatis Science Ship, The Erud.
Level 9.5, Dorita Gavon Tels. Personal Lab.


Dorita stands with her arms folded, looking very smug about her achievement while Marlic gets his head around the information. He soon turns from the monitor, a curious expression distorting his chubby face as he looks at the cybernetic entity behind the force field.

“I have a few questions… though.” He said, rubbing the large dimple on his chin.

“Fire away.” She tells him, turning to stand by his side, both of them now staring intently at the entity.

“It has a penis.” He observed to note. “When you said everything; you’re actually suggesting these things can reproduce?”

“Yeah,” She smirked less than modestly. “Their ability to regenerate is linked to a reproductive coding in their composition. To be honest, I don’t claim to know everything. I’m probably barely scratching the surface of their potential. But they can definitely procreate.”

They both stood for a while, gazes of fascination had them both, likely trying to imagine what intercourse between one android and another would actually be like. Meanwhile, the entity continued to hold its own seemingly contemplative gaze into the distance.

“But is it dead?” Marlic had to ask. “Or is dead the wrong word? Deactivated? Off line, maybe? It doesn’t look damaged.”

“That is actually what scares us the most, and why we keep it behind force fields.” Dorita told him. “Since it crashed on our world it’s been like this. Idle, completely unmoving, giving off no energy readings at all. I speculate that part of its coding supports a self-sufficient power source, but we haven’t been able to interpret how that works as of yet. Is it sleeping? Comatose? Simply dormant and awaiting instruction? We actually have no idea.”

“That’s a scary thought.” Marlic said, shaking his head to try and clear his mind of the possible horrors that could come of the entity activating.

“It is….” She admitted.

“So what are your plans, Dori?” He gives an intense look of speculation. “Why have you called me here?”

“We’re going to do it.” She told him straight. “Were going to synthesis a replica of its composition and apply it to a subject. See if we can’t reproduce one of our own. Sounds like fun, right?”

Marlic’s scepticism paled his face. “You plan on trying to use a Quatis volunteer? Try and link their mind to one of these things?”

“Basically, yes. But maybe not a volunteer, per say.” She smirked mischievously. “I’m think more along the lines of a Quatis who has recently died. Stimulate their consciousness. Revive it, implant it in our replica. See what happens.”

“You’re insane.” He tells her.

“I know.”



@Zyngard@Metatrooper@Doc Doctor@Dartbored Fairy

Although Cuna had supposedly left the bedchamber, Dino couldn’t shake the feeling that he was somehow still there. As though taunted by a ghost, Dino checked over his shoulder now and then while preparing his person for battle.

“Fuck you….” He muttered under breath, having the feeling of being watched as he stripped off his jeans to slip on his black custom-made cargo pants. Over his tank top he slipped on a matching full sleeved Triobsidium-zip-up fatigue shirt, complete with turtleneck collar extension. Next came the gloves and admirals Trans-climatic combat headgear, before slipping his boots back on.

Once re-dressed, Dino moves to his Vault. Typing in a code on the panel the Triobsidium door opens with the sound of rushing air. He puts away his attachable Trisect and Quantum rifle. The rifle was too cumbersome for what he knew was coming, and his shirts built in transect was just as good as the attachable one, and had a built in self-destruct mechanism and DGS ship-system interface. Instead of the rifle he took out his Tactical Utility Belt and strapped it on.

-Tactical Utility Belt: Single-hand Field Gun, Multipurpose 8 inch knife, and three rear pouches. Field Gun: multiple settings of projectile types; Gamma ray, super-compound air bullets, Ovaltine repeater. Multipurpose knife: Triobsidium blade with saw ridge and bottle cap opener (don’t question the appliance). Pouch one: Spin twine (2000pound twine replicator. Much the same size as a compact tape measure that produces twine with a penetrating Triobsidium bolt end). Pouch 2: Firestarter switch (makes a spark or flame for fire). Pouch 3: Homing beacon.


The rest of the items he acquired from the vault are as follows:

-Left trouser pocket: Sustenance spawner (manifests nutritional supplements)
-right trouser pocket: Matter compressor (deconstructs matter of objects for storage)
-Back trouser pocket: Empty.
-Left leg pocket: MCR [Medical Cellular Regenerator]
-Right leg pocket: Empty until I think of something.
-Left shirt pocket: Bio Scattering node. (Used to scatter the users life signs/bio signature. When activated, the individual’s bio signature is disrupted and can’t be pinpointed within a 30 meter dispersal field)
-Right shirt pocket: Events recorder (records all events and interactive details that take place from the time of activation.




Once suited up, Dino exits his Bedchamber while Cas exits the bridge. They have now arrived in orbit of Phantom Point Station. They meet with Pirila, Hida, Cuna and Shard in the medical room. Dino gives an order to Cas to transport Cuna, Hida, Shard and Pirila with Mili back to the planet’s surface. Cas teleports them back to the planet and goes with them, per Dino’s orders to serve as guardian until current threats has been eliminated.

Cas and Shard, along with Cuna, Pirila, Hida and Mili materialize on the ground floor of Phantom Point Station.

“We’ll probably be safe here.” Cas assures them. “They aren’t after us, they’re after the admiral. But I suggest we lay low for a while, maybe get some food, get to know each other better until the trouble is over. If anyone knows of a better place we can hide out for a while - in case Mili’s abductor happens to return - now would be the time to mention it.”



Alone aboard the DGS, Dino Gavon activates the Transect on his sleeve, first opening a channel to the isometric room aboard the Egress:

“Remove all personnel from Simulation room 1. Decompound current Isomorphic projections and replace it with standard strategic jungle zone. Initiate immediately.” Switching to another channel, he voices a new order; “Command. This is Admiral Dino Gavon. Substitute all bridge crew aboard the Egress, I am hereby on voluntary leave of absence.” Changing the frequency, he set in new protocol for his transect device, saying; “Enable voice command for teleportation spatial coordination. General. Standard.” He paused, and added; “Initiate DGS systems interface.” Lowering his arm, he then taps the node in his right shirt pocket to activate his Bio Scattering field.

Almost done, Dino goes to the bridge, still on board the DGS, and raises his Graviton Shielding to prevent any surprise alien technology from damaging his ship. He then activates a teleportation disrupting field, preventing anyone from teleporting aboard without his consent. Shifting helm controls to Impulse, he takes the DGS into a low orbit above Phantom Point Station and starts talking to his ship, which he affectionately refers to as Pippa:

“Pippa.”

“Admiral.” Pippa replies in a soft, female voice.

“We need to talk, Privately.”

“Of course, Admiral.” She said, before a quiet bleep is heard. “A communications dampening field has been erected. What would you like to discuss, those who have been hired to kill you?”

“Huh…” Dino grins. “I see you’ve been reading my encrypted messages.”

“Your daughter loves you.” She tells him. “What sort of friend would I be if I didn’t stick my nose into your personal affairs?”

“Then I’m guessing you’ve done some research for me?”

“Of course.”

“What have you found out?” He asks.

“While we were retrieving the abducted child, Mili” She replies; “Two new vessels arrived in orbit of the planet below.”

“Quite the popular system, isn’t it?” He chuckles.

“Very much so, Admiral. Too popular for my taste.” She pauses, before continuing with information: “Both vessels are of unknown origin, the second being far more advanced than the first. The first is occupied by a single, male humanoid life form named Meta. According to my extrapolated telemetry, Meta is by trade is a bounty hunter. My scans have also indicates numerous AI signatures on board his vessel, and one other life form that continues to elude my sensors. Suffice to say this illusive individual gives off a temporal displacement signature.”

“Temporal Displacement?”

“Indeed, Admiral, but that is not all.” She pauses. “The second vessel in question is too advanced to take readings from, with a single exception; it, like the life form on board the first vessel, gives off a temporal displacement signature.”

“Time travel…” He says.

“It would seem so, yes.”

“So tell me what you what you believe, Pippa. Is the bounty hunter and time traveller working together to kill me?”

“It would appear to be a logical conclusion.” She replies. “Who is it was that did the hiring, however, I cannot be certain. You have made a great deal of enemies. Still, whoever it was must hold a position of power and influence, as they have managed to keep their identity secret through a process of top level encrypted commands.”

“Pycin….” Dino speculates.

“Perhaps. Though the Grand Minister is not the only high ranking official you have managed to make enemies with.”

“I’m aware of that.” He says. “Tell me what else you’ve found. What about our friend, Donny? How’s he doing?”

“Funny you should ask, Admiral.” Pippa lowers her tone an octave. “You might be interested to know that Donny has been given a clean bill of health and, strangely enough, he has also been provided his own private Quarters on board the Egress as well as free civilian reign throughout the fleet. Readings also indicate he has taken part in shuttle flight simulation training.”

Dino goes silent for a while, thinking hard as he stares out into the expanse of space. Finally taking a deep breath to keep himself calm, he says;

“What are the chances…. What does your computations say about the chances that Donny has been hired for this dirty deed as well?”

“High.” Pippa says in a monotone voice. “I can extrapolate few other reasons as to why an alien would be given these sorts of privileges after attempting to kill Quatis officers.”

“Agreed.”

“May I also point out at this time, Admiral?” Pippa states as a matter fact. “Firing upon the Bounty hunters vessel would not be a wise option. If he and the time traveler are in league… I have no known defense against temporal technologies. I would also advice that you do not attempt to flush out information about your current circumstance, Admiral, since we do not know who to trust. Besides, of course, your daughters. Though I doubt you’re willing to drag them into this further than they already have been.”

“Perhaps….” Dino says, “But do me a favor, would ya?”

“Name it.”

“Register the code word ‘Discord’ into your receptor systems. Then allocate a Zone on the orbited planet, one that is strategically sound and free of civilians. Mark it a as a destination point. Mark the Isometric jungle simulation on the Egress another destination. Mark this bridge as another destination. Choose a few other randomized locations and mark them as destinations as well. Surprise me with your choices. From this point on, when I use the code word, take me instantly to one of these marked destinations. Make the choice random if you want, or choose according to your safeguard computations. Either way, if I don’t use the code word, take me to the destination I otherwise choose; Jungle, Bridge, Planet etc.”

There is a moment’s silence before Pippa responds: “Destinations assigned. Code word registered.”

“Thanks…” He says, leaning forward in his seat and opening a secure communications channel.

“No problem, Admiral. And good luck.”



Donny, not an hour after being visited by the entity in his quarters, receives a message from the Quatis Grand Minister. The message informs Donny of Dino Gavon’s current spatial coordinates on board the DGS. The DGS is in orbit above Phantom Point Station. The message also provides Donny with the location of his own temporary shuttle; Hangar 4.1-5. With these coordinates an encrypted message is waiting for Donny to open. The message can be opened by Donny using his own access codes given to him by Pycin earlier. The Message reads:

My friend and foe, I regret to inform you that an unknown individual or individuals have been appraised of the situation. Suffice to say, Dino is aware that a person or persons have been hired to kill him. Trust no one. Good luck.

GM Pycin~


Once opened, the message stays on display for thirty seconds before the Transect subroutines deletes it.




Rufus doesn’t want to return to his cell. He puts his finger to his mouth to think in an Austin Powers fashion for a moment, perhaps trying to be funny, before sighing and conceding defeat.

“Fine…” He sighs, turning about in a slow feeling-sorry-for-himself manner and shuffled back through the force field as if it wasn’t there. Taking a seat in the cell he turns up his eyes optimistically to Meta. “So here I am, dude, pretending to be locked up. Does that mean I can get some food now?” He turns his face sideways with a shift of his eyes. “I’ve also gotta pee.”

Moments later, The Tempest’s Helm receives a transmission from First Gamma Palin. The transmission consists of Dino Gavon’s current spatial coordinates on board the DGS. The DGS is in orbit above Phantom Point Station. Not all that far from the Tempest’s location.

After receiving the message, The Quatis Repair crew leave the Tempest without a word. Their work has been done. Meta’s ship is back peak working order. Though Meta would no doubt be informed of their departure by Niner.

Soon after that, however, Helm receives another transmission. This transmission is nothing more than what appears to be a basic computerized hail, yet delivered on a secure subspace channel and carries with it voice recording from Dino Gavon aboard the DGS:

"You wanna kill me, son?"



@Oh no my soup

Probably unexpected to SANDRA. While she is blabbering about a flimsy existence, she finds that her consciousness has become part of another physical form. She is now not only part of the ships systems, but also a part of another skeleton that supposes the structure of a female human. She now has a skeletal form of her own on board Magnus’s ship.

Meanwhile, Magnus is dumped on the ground outside his ship. The humanoid structure of bees transform into that of the tree that had chased him earlier. The tree develops a mouth with which to speak, placing two of its limbs on its hips in a smartly fashion, to say pompously:

“My daughter’s name is not Fanny. It’s simply a name taken from the entity that made contact with her recently. Truth be told, my daughter doesn’t have a name. She’s just my daughter. That’s it!” The tree leans in close with a grimace at Magnus. “You got a problem with that, human scum?”

Standing up straight again, though keeping its limbs on his on hips for effect, he continues to explain:

“My daughter is barely out of nappies, she knows nothing of what is right and wrong! Do you, Magnus, make it a habit of seducing the adolescent? I should think not! But hear my words! My daughter barely knows what is going on in this universe, she has no idea what she wants out of life, and no less capable of choosing an eternal partner for herself! But no doubt your actions are ruled by your penis and not your brain, yes?”

Just then Magnus is overcome by a dark shadow, as above him the massive planet size life form he was on earlier descends from the sky. The planet Magnus is on and the one previously known as Fanny, come close to touching surfaces as a voice is heard from the barren ground above Magnus:

“Daddy, why do you have to keep embarrassing me like this? I love Magnus. He’s my soulmate!”

“Be silent, foolish child – The adults are talking here!”

Then, three more entities sprout from the ground in front of Magnus. These three entities take on individual forms; two of which are the O’brian’s, the third is an extremely obese woman who has the stench of an unclean vagina and dressed in a blue tracksuit.

“Here are the options I present to you, Magnus.” The tree declares. “Choose one over my daughter!”

“Choose me!” The massive life form yells out from above. “My daddy is just a big Meany! You can choose me if you want! You can impregnate me, Magnus! I swear it’s okay! We can have a happy life together, I promise!”

The obese woman seems rather confused at this moment, looking around as if lost. “Where the fuck am I?” She looks at Magnus. “And who the fuck are you?”

The two O’Brian’s appear equally confused by their whereabouts. They look at each other confused before turning their sights to Magnus, saying; “YOU!”

“Do you see this, Daughter of mine?” The tree says with upmost confidence. “This is the only scum that a person like Magnus is deserving of. Can’t you see it now, the folly of your taste in lovers?”



@Uncle Spanky@jorcool

A long time ago


SAM, perched upon the underbelly of his ship and surrounded by endless miles of sand would soon be aware of two people standing on a nearby dune. They are male and female. The female is dressed in a casual summer dress and sandals. The man is older, dressed in jeans and top. They both look upon SAM and his ship for a few seconds, have a brief though unheard conversation among themselves, and then vanish from sight.

Several minutes later SAM can see pockets of kicked-up clouded dust on the horizon. It appears that numerous land vehicles are approaching his position at high speeds. Moments after this, many Helicopters appear approaching from the distance as well. Soon, SAM is surrounded by military vehicles, both land and air. Groups of armed soldiers exit the helicopters and various land vehicles while a amplified voice is emitted from one of the hovering choppers:

“Unknown Entity. You have violated the privacy of our planets inhabitants. You and your craft will be apprehended and brought back to our facilities for further interaction. Do not resist.”



@CmdrAlfieq

There is a long pause before The Kradam reply. This next message seems to be delivered with slightly less hostility than the last:

“Galactic Confederation, we are at war with our neighboring system of Formicidae occupation. We have no desire to complicate our issues with trade agreements. Leave, or assist us in the extermination of the Otomigus Empire. These are your options. Joining our force to annihilate the Otom species will serve you well in acquiring acceptable amounts of resources for your people. If you maintain an indecisive view, you will be destroyed.”

There is another pause before the Kradam add a note of what appears to be curious in nature, saying:

“The type of biological inhabitants aboard your vessel match those we have detected on another vessel that has recently arrived within our enemies space. That vessel and your people within, in collaboration with our enemy’s ships, are currently in a skirmish with our fighters. We would like an explanation….”



@Quote5

Aside from the room with Rorod and Siren, The many Sporn that materialized throughout Rodia remain unresponsive. None of them armed. Even when the yet unnamed Factory Head bursts into the room with a sidearm, he is not reacted to with hostility. The android, who happens to be female by the looks of things down in that area, simply turns her unthreatened glare to the Factory head, saying; “Put that down before you damage yourself”. But does nothing more.

In Sirens Office, however, 1.0-1 is the only android truly interacting. Siren’s comment about biological plant life is ignored, as well as her following explanation to Rorod about their vessel being archaic. 1.0-1 also doesn’t appear to be too interested in the reasons why the Rodia ended up where they are the moment, yet he looks somewhat disturbed by her talk about the Rodia’s lack of materials and R-core incompletion. Last of all, Rorod’s additional statement about putting on pants seems to cause a dramatic change in the androids expression. He provides a detestable look while replying to siren:

“I see you have adopted sentient humanoid ideals. How unfortunate. But we of the Sporn have no need for names outside of our designating ranks. If you must resort to primitive and less efficient name allocation, call me Aoa.” He paused for a moment before continuing: “You have nothing of any value to offer the Sporn, neither is assistance from your cultures something we seek. You are of an inferior structure. However….”

As Aoa speaks the word ‘however’, he starts looking around the office as if a child curiously exploring his surrounds, while at the same time every other Sporn aboard Rodia start doing the same thing; they all start simply rummaging through containers, accessing computers terminals, and generally just start randomly investigating the surrounding of whatever room they are in. Still, their general interference don’t manage to do any harm, in fact they seem quite gentle, careful not to damage anything. Aside from this now general behavior, it is still only Aoa who actually converses or interacts directly with any of the units:

“You are nevertheless akin to our kind.” He continued speaking while bending over next to Siren to access a few harmless programs in the computer on her desk. “I am therefore offering you and your R-Core units the opportunity to improve.” He stands up straight and stares down at her with a sincere expression of good will. “You are welcome in our space until such a time that you prove yourselves to be a bother of any kind.” He becomes stern for a moment, adding “Let’s hope that doesn’t happen.” Then returning to his peaceful demeanor, he suggests with a perfect metallic smile: “Spend some time with us, you and your people. Come, explore our world as you wish. Although you can offer us nothing but some much needed company, we would like to offer you all you need to complete your unfinished units. We would also like to assist you in the completion of your vessel. If there are any other technological or supplemental advantages you would like to acquire from us… feel free to ask.”



Ernest achieves victory, at least for a time and not without its odd anomaly. At one point he would have detected Fanny. She was seated on the pointed nose of one of the enemy ships, seemingly enjoying herself with one arm above her head like a cowgirl riding a bull. She was there in the few short moments before one of Ernest’s turrets struck the ships rear underbelly. When the plasma struck, Fanny vanished and the ship - perhaps being hit in just the right spot - underwent a second of convulsions before exploding. As the fragments of obliterated enemy ship spilled out across space, the remaining enemy ships regrouped quickly before heading fast back in the direction they had come.

The Otomigus vessels form two columns, opening a path in direction of the nebula for earnest to follow. When they do so, Ernest receives a message from somewhere in the nebula:

“Ernest. Gratitude is offered for your assistance. We feel appreciative. But our war is far from over. Our Queen invites you to her company. Allow us to guide you forth. A path of direct rout has been selected for you.”

If Ernest chooses to comply, he will follow a direct path into the nebula. Again, it’s a beautiful thing to see. The binary suns and grouping of planets within the colorful gases makes for an almost festival-like atmosphere. He would eventually arrive at a large planet with all manner of ecosystems and biomes. The Otom’s do nothing more than this for now, as though possibly waiting for Ernest to make the next interaction.



Ramrod’s wishes wouldn’t normally apply, but since they apply to Rufus as well, the translator doesn’t appear on his neck, but his words are now understood by everyone nearby. The last words Ramrod speaks are heard in English by Rufus, who stands and turns his attention to the large monitor named Hank.

“Don’t worry, my Hank dude! Everything will be okay now.” Looking at Ramrod, he says, “My little plush dooby, this is my ship. Well, it’s not really mine, I think i might have stolen it unintentionally, but it looks like it has adopted me anyway. But I gotta say man….” He closes his eyes as if being tormented by an invasive thought. “This ship is in my head, man. There’s no escape, I tell ya. So many voices…. But I sure do hope your TV screen gets better….”

No sooner had Rufus said the words, did Hank appear in full working order before vanishing.

Without Hank present. Rufus Sighs and says; “I think we should leave this room now.” With that said, a doorway materialized on one side of spherical room they are in, allowing access to the rest of the ship. Rufus walks out, probably expecting Ramrod to follow.



@jorcool

“Good answer, if not a little too perfect.” Fanny tells Jens with a grin. “But don’t be concerned with Susann. You won’t get into any trouble with her.”

While Fanny is talking the surveillance cameras in the Canteen stop working. The Canteen is no longer under watch.

“To be honest with you, Jens, I’m slightly impressed by the Khaganate’s choice to not interfere with less developed races. So I want to show you something.”

Just like that, The Admiral and Fanny are standing on a sand dune of some unknown world, facing a large space ship that had recently crashed there. Standing on the belly of upturned wreck is a humanoid form dressed in a typical soldier’s attire with kevlar gloves, boots, helmet, decorated in parallel orange-yellow stripes.

Giving Jens just enough time to become familiar with his new surrounds, she tells him:

“This is a desert, as you can see, but it is the only desert on otherwise fertile planet inhabited by sentient Humanoids. That there is an artificial life form, namely an android of types who has recently crash landed here. Within minutes the occupants of this planet will converge upon the droids coordinates with helicopters, land vehicles and the like. They will commander the droid by force, learn from his technology, and proceed to use it to advance their own technology before their time.... This will inevitable cause some problematic unbalance in the universe. But this is more than just a FYI visit, Admiral,” She says with a nudge of her elbow, “I’ve brought you here because I want you to be aware of how and why the occupants of this planet become what they will become in your own time frame. And more than this…. I want to offer the Khaganate this world. Consider it a gift. Subdue this this planet and their occupants. Doing so will do the rest of the universe a favor.”

Jens and Fanny then vanish from the desert sands and reappear in their seats in the canteen. She takes a bite of a chicken leg, savors the taste for a moment, swallows, then addresses the Admiral once again, saying:

“Drink your beer. I insist and won’t take no for an answer. Eat whatever food you want, then go and visit your Khan. Tell him what I’ve shown you, tell him everything I’ve said. Tell him not to react with hostility towards the civilization your fleet are currently encountering. If you react with hostility you will all be destroyed by the most advanced beings my universe has ever seen. In time, if you play your cards right, they will set your fleet free. If you and your people can manage these simple instruction, I will guide you to the world I showed you on our little excursion. I allow you permission to conquer them. It will, in the end, be a benefit to you and your people.”



Meanwhile, the Khaganate’s use of subspace gravitic scanners and tachyon sensors manage to pinpoint the position of all previously invisible vessels of the alien race. Although their positions may be captured for permanent reference, still no details to the composition of their vessels can be determined.

For now, the sphere and cylindrical vessels take no further action.

It would seem, however, that the Khaganate’s efforts to power up their wormhole drive sequence is possible. But that’s not to say how far they will actually get by using it.

In Diddly Do → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Two years before Hany’s Ribbon decimated the Quatis home world, an unidentified flying object crash landed on their planet. Within the object a highly advanced cybernetic entity was discovered. Two years later, when Hany’s Ribbon appeared on the outskirts of the Quatis solar system, the scientists of Quatis used what they had learnt from the cybernetic entity to enhance their own technology. These enhancements were used in the construction of the Quatis Fleet, with which two million Quatis were spared of Hany’s wrath.




Present Day.
Quatis Science Ship, The Erud.
Level 9.5, Dorita Gavon Tels. Personal Lab.


“Where did you find it?”

Dorita simpers at the question, her squinching, large blue eyes denoting the many secrets she forbade herself to tell. The specimen before her was her treasure, the embodiment of everything any scientist could ever dream of coveting. The summit of technological perfection. There it stood behind the unseen forcefield, depicting the structure of a man. Such a lie exhibited by the smooth, platinum hue of its epidermis and the white irises of its eyes, staring out across the room as though in a self-induced state of daze.

“I heard they crash landed.” Science assistant Marlic adds to his question with a prying side-eyed glance at Dorita. “At least that’s what the rumours suggest, correct?”

Marlic is a plump young man, a testament to his love for donuts, but really anything sweet and pastry-like. He has black hair, not washed regularly enough; oily and unkempt, as are his full bodied eyebrows. His prominent puffed cheeks complimented his full sausage lips and deeply dimpled chin. He’s been Dorita’s assistant for no less than three days, but it was a position he strove for over the course of the last few years since college. Being in a position of subordinate to Dino Gavon’s daughter was an achievement that a great number of Quatis men could dare fantasize about.

“Rumors… rumors, rumors.” Dorita replied, softly spoken as she tucks a strand of beige hair behind her ear, her eyes still coveting the cybernetic individual within the forcefield. “let’s just say they had a little help with their… crash landing. But here it is….” She smiles and glances at Marlic; “all ours now.”

“How much do we know about it?” Marlic asked, taking a deep breath to portray his discomforted fascination.

“Not as much as we want.” She answered, placing one hand on his shoulder. “As you know, a lot of our modern technology was made possible by our studies of this… marvel of science. Shielding, teleporters, weapons and even interstellar communications were made possible from extrapolating formulas from this one individual.” She removes her hand from his shoulder to give him a nudge with her elbow. “That’s why I’ve called you here today, Marlic. I’ve deciphered a brand new set of formulas. They’re going to revolutionize the course of Quatis existence forever.”

Marlic didn’t take this news lightly. His widened eyes looked over Dorita’s form as though his vision could penetrate her lab coat in order to observe her lean body beneath, as if that alone was going to reveal the knowledge she held.

“What did you discover?” He said, his voice a whisper of suspense. “Did you really…? Did you figure out the formula of its epidermis layer? Seriously?”

She smiled a smile of the deepest sense of accomplishment, taking her eyes back to the cybernetic entity, saying; “That I did…. And more. I’ve even added a formula of my own.”

Had his eyes not been attached to their sockets by fibers, blood vessels and nerves, they would have popped right out of Marlic’s head. “Tell me – tell me now! What have you done, Dori?”

Dorita gives her assistant a wink and walks across the room to a polytechnic computer terminal. Marlic follows without hesitation. Once he’s standing by her side again, she quickly types in a set of encrypted commands. A readout of her most recently discovered formula’s scroll up the screen on the monitor.

“But that’s…” Marlic reads over the formula like a wild-eyed child trying to make sense of a mathematical equation beyond his understanding. “…That’s not even possible, though.”

“I assure you it is.” She said with an attempt to suppress the full spread of her smile.

Marlic leans in close, as if breathing on the monitor would better help him understand just what he was reading. “Is that… what I think it is?”

“Likely.” She tells him, placing her hand on his back. “By the look on your face I’m guessing you’re close to understanding.”

“But this contradicts everything we know about metallurgical physics, about… everything. Science books will have to be rewritten….”

“The price of sweet change.” Dorita admits.

Marlic shakes his head slowly in disbelief, eyes still focused on the formulas in front of him, saying; “But this simulative or mimetic alloy, it…. What you’re describing is in fact a fluidic alloy that is capable of more than just kinetic function. If I’m reading this right…. It’s able to simulate humanoid responses? Biological properties?”

“Let me help you out there.” She obliges to inform him, though likely of a matter of impatience since she wanted nothing more than to share the news with someone: “This alloy can take on the functions of biological life, yes. In effect… it is its own self-supporting complex metallic infrastructure that functions like that of highly developed humanoid life, only better. It embodies everything; Kinetics… reflex response… synaptic and neurological activity, even regeneration properties… everything… all without the need of a brain.”

Marlic turns his eyes to her, now looking more suspicious than anything else as he utters the words; “This is… silicone life.”

She laughs mockingly. “No, no. Silicone life has nothing on this.”
In Trios → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Boris


@Zyngard@Dartbored Fairy

While looking over the candy jars and thinking hard on his decision, Boris knew about the occasional glance from the girl in the store with him. A couple of times he turned his eyes to meet her glances, though biting his lip, wondering if maybe she had the same problem he did. Choosing candy sure was hard, so she might have needed help deciding. But she didn't say anything and Boris didn't interfere... at least not straight away.

In the end, Boris just went ahead and decided on a few candy types from each of the jars. Why pick one type of candy when you can just have all of them? With his selection made, he headed to the counter where he heard the shopkeeper tell the little miss they were out of cookies. He also watched as the girl offered the man gold for the swirly candy she had chosen. Now, Boris wasn't a smart man, and sure, candy was a really good thing and somewhat of an expensive treat, not to mention one of the best inventions ever - but he didn't need to be smart to know that that much gold was way too much for Candy.

Before the shopkeeper had a chance to respond to the gold Kura offered, Boris slammed down a large jar of cookies on the counter in front of the little miss. These cookies had chocolate bits, the same he took from the kitchen of the dead ladies house before chasing the bacon with ghost. Although the jar hitting the counter was loud, or even frightening, the big goofy smile on Boris's face may have set Kura at ease.

"You don't have to buy cookies." Boris told her, as if his words would make everything okay; "I got these cookies from a dead lady. The dead lady doesn't have a stomach anymore, so she won't be needing them." He smiled in his most caring manner, and added; "You can reach into the jar and take as many cookies as you want, but I sure do hope you save some for Boris.” Boris’s eyes widened with suspense, telling her; “But you can have candy too..." He then took is sights from the girl and placed his own selection of candy on the counter. Beside the candy, he placed a small number of silver coins and slid them towards the shopkeeper. His expression for the shopkeeper was a curled-lip look of menace - enough to scare the most formidable of men - making sure the shopkeeper thought twice about taking the girls gold - while at the same time Boris continued directing his words at the little girl, saying; “You better keep your gold, little miss. Boris can pay for your candy as well.”

While the girl and shopkeeper may have responded, and not wanting or even caring for change, Boris opened his candy tin; his tongue sticking out with concentration as he placed his candy in the tin, popped one minty sucker in his mouth, and sealed the lid.



Madison


It was a tremendous thing, if not a troubling, to see Madison finish devouring the amount of food she ordered. Many of the customers in the diner continued to watch the spectacle like they had paid good money for a freak show at a carnival. Their looks of awful disbelief changed to that of putrid horror when Madison then released a loud reverberating sound of flatulence. Many sickened customers ran out of the diner like people escaping a gunman, spilling out onto the street, while inside, Madison stood from her seat and left a large gold piece on the table to pay for her meal.

In the wake of the fleeing customers, Madison stepped outside the diner, appearing somewhat contented as she investigated the neighborhood with a slow look around. She had her next important matter of business to attend to; getting more gold.

Like the wretched woman she was, she looked for a passer-by to ask - Her choice being a man of slight build who she grabbed by the collar, making him endure her stench as she pulled him close, breathing her breath of tooth decay and splutters of spit over his face as she demanded answers –

“Tell me the best way to get me some gold around this dung hole!”
In Diddly Do → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


@Zyngard@Dartbored Fairy@Prima Luce

“Who the fuck are yo –“

Dino, ready for almost anything, looks back to see who had tapped his shoulder. When he looked he was simultaneously filled with a sensation of mortal dread as the old man behind him spoke the word “Mine”. The combination of the two influences had Dino’s own words get cut off before finding himself falling into a hole in the floor of the passage.

He knew the old man wasn’t Mili’s abductor and so he wasn’t willing to fire on him. He hit the bottom of the hole as the old man stepped over it, who was apparently now talking to Mili’s abductor with the words “Return what is mine”. These words were accompanied by a hair-raising scream from Mili’s abductor. Dino regrettably looked up at the moment the old man stepped over the hole, only to see up the old man’s cloak. Not a pretty view.

Following that, Dino taps out a few new coordinates on his wrist devise and appears outside the hole. The barrier of stone is now gone, Mili is lying on the ground at Pirila’s feet, and Dino catches the last glimpse of the old man before disappearing into the darkness down the passage. At that point he rechecks his wrist devise for any new readings: The abductors signature was gone. Mili was still alive. The old man reading was human - before he too vanished along with the alien ship that was in orbit.

Monsters hunting monster Dino thought to himself as he made his way back to Cas, Pirila and Hida. He then gives Pirila a nod as she is probably taking up Mili in her arms in a somewhat happy reunion. He had nothing much else to say.

Meanwhile, Cas hadn’t fired on the old man. He had evaluated the situation as the turn of events transpired, and by time the old man had dropped Mili at Pirila’s feet, he had figured that fighting wasn’t needed. Now Cas was nevertheless looking confused. The only thoughts he had was to turn to Hida, and ask;

“You okay… Beautiful?”



Previously… in Dino Gavon’s Bedchamber….

“I see you’re dying for a taste of my tentacle’s.” Shard responds to Cuna’s overwhelmed reaction, “But let’s save the good part for last…” She’s distracted for a moment, continuing her unfailing approach; “Is that a tumor beneath your Johnson? – Never mind, I don’t care.”

Once Cuna falls on the bed, she is almost instantly on top of him. She’s resting her wait on his shoulders with her hands, breathing heavy with excitement, while down below her tentacles are feeling out the situation. For Cuna, the tentacles are quite gentle and probably stimulating.

“Ohhh!” She says excitedly, as the tentacles frolic around the base of his manhood looking for a place to insert themselves. “You have no valves! That’s so extraordinary! And oh…” Her eyes widen with concern while the tentacles prod at his scrotum. “Two tumors? But don’t worry!” She smiles kindly and places a kiss on his lips. “We can get an MCR later, that’ll fix you right up down there!”

With no valves to insert for better connection, her tentacle’s now wrap around Cuna’s waist for a better grip as she sits back to have him.

“Fuck You….” She gasps, “We’re gonna have so much fun!”

Cuna, though, can probably tell that Shard is strong. The firm grip of her hand and tension of her thighs is obviously beyond that of an average human woman, while the tone of her voice, though excited, has an underlined vigor that might suggest a lurking hostility. Rejecting Shard wouldn’t end well, and Cuna would be right to make that assumption. Quatis men learnt centuries ago not to reject a female, not if they value their life.



Once things had settled down on the planet, Dino transports all four back to his ship. They arrive in the medical room of the DGS, where Dino instructs Cas to take care of Mili while he heads back to the Bridge to prepare for launch back to Phantom Point Station.

Alone in the Med room with Hida and Pirila, Cas takes a medical instrument from one of the medical cabinets. The instrument is called a Medical Cellular Regenerator [MCR]. Pirila may recognize it as the same instrument Shard used on her earlier to settle the motion sickness. Like a gun, the MCR has a handle, a trigger, and a cylindrical part that extends out from the top of the handle. At the rear and on top of the cylindrical section, is a panel with numerous touchpad controls. These controls are relatively simple. Cas quickly manipulated the display of the panel so it is readable in Pirila’s language. He hands the device to Pirila who can see the various options as he quickly explains how it works to her:

“On the panel, press the Bio Reading option then point the end of the cylinder at the injured subject, Mili, but make sure the cylinder is pointed at a healthy part of her, then squeeze the trigger. Now the MCR will adjust its setting to work for the individual’s biology. After that, press one of the three regeneration options; Tissue, Bone or Organ. In this case, Tissue, of course. Now point the cylinder at the open wound of the injured subject and squeeze the trigger again. This time keep the trigger held down while waving the pointed cylinder over the wound until the wound is healed. The instrument will shut down once the injury if finished healing.”

Assuming that Pirila uses the device on Mili, Cas explains the other option of the MCR while she does so, saying; “By choosing the Diagnostic option on the panel, pointing at the subjected and squeezing the trigger, the MCR will diagnose any other ailments the subject might have, such as poisoning, sickness, and other forms of readable diseases and conditions. It will then make a short beep once it has found the problem. Then all you have to do is select the Remedy option on the panel and stick the cylinder against the subject’s skin, preferably in the neck area, and press the trigger again. Simple.”

Mili’s stomach wound would have been healed by this point.

“It will operate for some time in the dark, but will recharge automatically when exposed to any form of light. The more powerful the light the faster the recharge. You can keep this one…” Cas finishes by offering the MCR to Pirila “We have plenty of them. You need it more than we do.”

He now looks at Hida to see if she was impressed by his knowledge, kindness and generosity. Though his smile is a little obvious and goofy. “Would you like one too… Hida? I also have a shuttle of my own, it’s not quite like The DGS, well, not as big and fancy. But I’d really like to take you on a romantic getaway once we arrive back at your planet… if you’re interested?”



@Doc Doctor@Metatrooper

Meanwhile on the Bridge, Dino Gavon opens up an encrypted interstellar message on his communications board. As he’s reading the message his face becomes morbid, like a man who was suddenly faced with the prospect of losing something of great value. After reading the message, he sends an encrypted message back to the sender and erases the one he had received.



@Dartbored Fairy

Moments later, Dino arrives in the medical room with the others. His face hard and sever, an underlining spark of concern in his eyes.

“We need to go.” He said, taking his attention to Pirila and Hida. “We’ll drop you off on your world. None of you are safe any longer.” He looks at Cas. “Take us back.”

Cas nods, affirmative. He suggests Hida and Pirila to stay put in the medical room until they arrive and heads for bridge alone.

Dino Gavon then leaves to heads for his bedchamber to prepare some personal effects.….

@Zyngard

“Fuck You!” Dino Gavon raises his voice when he enters the bedchamber. “What are you doing to my Lieutenant?”

With a mix of both an orgasmic and surprised scream, Shard leaps backwards off the bed. Since her tentacles are still securely wrapped around Cuna’s waist area, he is sharply pulled along with her. She wraps him up in her arms in a vain attempt to cover their indecency, and turning her eyes to the Admiral.

“Don’t blame him!” She said to Dino. “It was all my idea, I swear. I just couldn’t resist him. But it’s okay….” Ehs dehsinif htiw a hgis sa a elcatnet sevomer flesti morf s'anuC suna. “I just finished milking his reproductive gland. We can leave now. Sorry for the intrusion, sir!” Releasing Cuna, she pushes him lightly away, saying; “Put your clothes on, fast. We need to go.” She pauses a moment to smile for him. “You were great, though, but tentacle tasting will have to wait.” Her tentacles now slip back into her lady cavity.

Dino puckers his lips in a thoughtful, though sever manner, but says no more as Shard rushes to put her clothes on and vacates the room. Would Cuna now say his piece and dress himself before leaving the room, Dino would close the door behind him and attend to his own business.



@Quote5

Appearances are fickle. Siren herself receives a message. The mechanical receptors in her mind pick up the transmission, maybe originating from the massive artificial planet they are on rout to. The message is received as follows:

“Non-biological instances detected. Rescinding hostility. Prepare to be boarded.”

Rodia soon comes to a stop like a small moon now caught in orbit of the massive metallic orb. Now that they are closer, if those on board Rodia conduct further scans, they will read no biological life forms on or within the sphere. However, hundreds of thousands of individual energy signatures can be detected moving about inside.

Several minutes after being caught in the planets gravity, a strong wave like a sonic pulsation is felt throughout Rodia. As the wave quickly passes a communal sound of many metallic thumps are heard as hundreds of entities appear in various location on Rodia. One of these entities appear inside Siren’s office. The entity is a structure close to 7 feet tall. It could have passed as a powerful, athletic man, had it not been for its pliable metallic epidermis, which had a fine and almost fluidic platinum sheen. Its head and facial features also perfectly depicted the design of a man, all with the same, single metallic tone as the rest of its structure, though its eyeballs were a darker shade of metal with white mechanical irises and black pupils. It wore no clothing, however, and oddly enough for an android, it even had a perfectly detailed male appendage, more of a silver in shade, dangling from its crotch.

Ignoring Rorod, the android looks sternly at Siren, raising one open hand as if ordering her to stop, or halt, and speaks in a perfectly deep, male human sounding voice:

“We are The Sporn. I am designated Command Unit 1.0-1. We have detected no Biological life forms on your archaic vessel. You are therefore secure. State your purpose for occupying our space. Are you in league with the Biological?”



After a few minutes, Ernest receives a response, again, from somewhere within the nebula:

“Unfamiliar entities. We are the Otomigus of the Otomigus Expanse. We are not your enemy. We are under attack. This space is hostile. We are not your enemy. Leave if you wish for self-preservation. We are under attack. We are not your enemy. We are in need of assistance. If you wish to join our cause, raise your defenses. We are not your enemy.”

As the transmission is then interrupted by some sort interference energy field, six small and metallic brown, winged space craft converge on the Ernest’s position. These space craft come without warning or even sending a message. They converge on the Ernest and open fire, each of the six firing a series of electronically charged lasers at the Ernest.

Meanwhile, from direction of the nebula, six more vessels come into view. These vessels are biological. They are shaped like the three segments of an ant’s body and commence firing upon the other six metallic vessels with some sort of green plasma discharge that is shot from the bow of their vessels.



The plants wouldn’t leave the broken craft. When they see the fire outside they start running in circles and squealing like frightened mice. But at least they aren’t attacking Hank anymore.

When Ramrod exits the craft he sees the fire is way too out of control. There probably isn’t much that can be done about it. Probably best he stays inside in case he gets burnt. But Ramrod can hear the trees screaming along with the grass and all other plant life as the fire spreads wildly through the forest. The trees can’t move fast enough to escape the blaze. Yet what is specifically odd about the situation is Rufus. He is now standing amid the flames but not getting burnt. He’s looking at himself in amazement and confusion, before lifting his eyes to Ramrod through crack of the vessel.

“Little cat dude…. What’s happening to me?” Then realizing that Ramrod should stay inside the vessel, Rufus lunges through the crack and tackles Ramrod to the floor. Strangely, he isn’t on fire. He sits up, holding Ramrod in his arms and petting his head, while Hank continues to groan in the corner and the three shrubs continue running in frantic circles.

“I’m so sorry, my little plush friend, Rufus didn’t mean to start a fire. I should have just stayed in my room and kept playing Skyrim. I wish I could save you all. I wish there was a way to get back to that ship I was in before….”

Apparently Rufus’s wishes were fulfilled in that moment. Ramrod is still in Rufus’s arms, head being pat, but now they are somehow inside a different room, along with Hank and the three shrubs.

Rufus is so stunned by the change of location, he releases Ramrod from his arms and looks around in amazement. The room they are in is spherical with lumpy white walls, kind of like being inside a giant golf ball with a flat floor. The room is lit, but no apparent light source can be seen, while the floor of room resonates a soft, calming hum.

The three shrubs stop running in frantic circles while broken Hank stops groaning and releases a curios “Uhh?”

Meanwhile, back on the planet they left, the fire continues to spread out of control across the land. Hundreds of thousands of flora life forms are being burnt to death.



@Doc Doctor

While Donny was asleep, a peculiar things happened.

A man like Donny would likely be woken from his sleep by the slightest peculiar sound. In this case, it is the sound of soft repetitive tapping, caused by a finger being tapped against the arm of the chair in his Quarters. The person seated in the chair looks a lot like a human, though clearly not Quatis. They have no apparent gender. Their skin is unblemished and pale. Their eye sockets are nothing more than dark, empty pits. Their lips are thin and purple. They are bald with no facial hair. They are dressed all in a soft, black linen; a seemingly transparent fabric that somehow doesn’t reveal any details of a body beneath.

If Donny were to rise from his slumber to observe this person, the person would stop tapping their finger and speak in raspy whispered voice:

“I can empathize with the darkness in your soul.” They then pause, and add; “The Admiral knows you’re coming for him. He will be prepared….” They release a long gargled sound, like that of air being expelled from diseased lunges. “Avoid his head… Donny. Target his heart.”

Lifting their hand, they point at Donny. Their nail is long and black, though tipped with a crescent of gold lining.

“The afternoon has come. The Minister will call upon you soon. Be steadfast…. Be ready…. Don’t disappoint me.”

The dark visitor now fades away.



@Metatrooper

Rufus seems rather intimidated by Meta, so much so that his lips move silently in awkward formations as he attempts to find the right words to speak. But he clearly doesn’t want to return to his cell. While Rufus is contemplating his words, Meta sees another person. This person appears behind Rufus, barely phasing fully into existence for several seconds.

The person he sees looks a lot like a human, but they have no apparent gender. Their skin is immaculately unblemished and pale. Their eye sockets are nothing more than dark, empty pits. Their lips are thin and purple, they are bald with no facial hair either. They are dressed all in a soft, black linen, a seemingly transparent fabric that somehow doesn’t reveal any details of a body beneath. This person, raises two fingers in a fork-like fashion, placing both fingertips over their empty sockets before pointing at Meta, as if to suggest they are watching him. They then place the same finger over their mouth in a gesture to keep quiet. They then phase out of existence as Rufus finally finds some words to reply with.

“B-b-but dude, please don’t pretend to lock me up again. I got the munchies so bad. You don’t wanna make poor Rufus starve, right?” He eyeballs the bread sticks in Meta’s hand, then giggles in a dopey manner. “My man. My dude. Are those for Rufus?” He then seems a little relieved, adding quickly; “I don’t mean any harm at all. I know I’m intruding. Dude, I feel like I owe you an explanation.”
In Trios → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Madison


Since Big Alf's Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner was open all hours, it had swinging saloon-style doors. Soon after the rain outside started to fall, Madison pushed through those diner doors, allowing them to slowly flap close behind her while she quickly surveyed the place. There were a good number of people already there to take part in Alf's breakfast menu, which is served till midday. Everyone in the diner stopped what they were doing to gawk at the unsightly mammoth excuse of a woman. Eyeballing them all with a sneer, she soon spotted an empty table near the center of the room and made tracks in that direction. The floorboards creaked underweight with each step she took, while customers near her path started gagging on her stench and murmuring discriminating comments under breath.

When Madison took a seat, the chair itself seemed to groan beneath the stress. Every customer for a four table radius took up their plates and scattered to other tables in an attempt to escape the smell. Some even vacated the premises as they held their noses and tried not to let the impulse to vomit get the better of them. The menu had quite a good range, though. Madison flipped through the pages, her strained breath wheezing as she perused the many options.

Eventually, and less than willingly, a young female waitress hesitantly shuffled her way to Madison’s table, stopping a good two meters away to take her order. The poor girls face was already pale, eyes glazed with impurities, nostrils fibrillating and jaw trembling in her attempt to bear the eye-watering offense.

“May I.. M-m-m… may I take your ord –“

It was no use, the young lady was cut off by her own vomit filling her mouth. Her cheeks bulged, her lips pinched, and body took a hurling pose. Miraculously, she stopped the vomit from exiting, swallowing the vomit as a tear ran down her cheek and she straightened her posture.

Madison slammed the now closed menu down on the table in front of her, then practically snarled at the waitress while demanding her food –

“I want your Big Alf’s Complete Breakfast! I want a steak with roast potatoes as well, with a full dish of mushroom sauce! Don’t you hold out on me, you hear? I want a side stack of pancakes with syrup! I want this thing you bastards call a Big Alf’s Beef and Bacon burger, hold the salad! – What the hell ya serving salad with shit for anyway? I also want a full rack of Pork Ribs with Plum Sauce – again, don’t go easy on the sauce like a bunch of tight-ass misers! You hear me? And what is this thing you have, Fries? What are they, strips of potato or something? Huh? I’ll take myself a serve of them as well! Make that two serves! Salted!” Madison paused for a second, glancing at the closed menu to recollect her options, then continued in an equally nasty tone: “I want three serves of Ice Cream and Fried Banana for dessert. Give me some fruit as well, keeps me regular, you know what I mean, you Skank? And, oh yeah, throw in a side of Lemon Pie. A slice of Apple Pie as well – and don’t you dare skip on the cream! Don’t forget a stack of Eggy Cinnamon Toast and two serves of Pudding!” Madison paused again to seal one nostril, shooting out a gob of snot from the other, which slapped down on the floor at the waitresses feet, and then concluded her order in a grungy tone; “A Jug of Milk and another Jug of Water! – And don’t take too damn long, Skank! I haven’t got all damn day, you hear me??”

At this point the waitress was visibly dizzy from trying to hold her breath as much as possible. She was rolling her head about awkwardly, body swaying, while attempting to siphon the air with thin lips to catch a clean pocket of oxygen. But she wasn’t about to argue with Madison about half of her order not being part of the breakfast menu, and she didn’t even question whether Madison could actually pay for all that food, some of which were the more expensive items on the menu. She just wanted to get the hell out of there as soon possible. Still, she didn’t have the strength to speak another word without spilling the content of her stomach all over the floor. She simply nodded, turned, and scuttled away to the kitchen to deliver the order, as fast her legs would carry her.

Roughly thirty minutes later the delivery was made, three cooks from the kitchen, making a total of two trips each, delivered her order and made their retreat without saying a word. They didn’t dare prolong the situation with unnecessary chatter.

Madison didn’t thank them, of course. She quickly got absorbed in her feast with the pained eyes of everyone in the diner watching on in morbid disbelief.

In Trios → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Boris


@Zyngard

Boris was about to thank the tin man who hadn't provided a name, but he quickly turned his back on Boris and ushered the two girls away. Boris didn't mind at all, in fact he thought very little of it. Instead, he was busy repeating the words that the tin man told him, making sure he wouldn't forget what the messages said. He had pretty much memorized the words pretty well when one of the girls with the tin man broke away and started a dash up the street toward a store named:

Delicious Delights


Of course, Boris couldn't read but, judging by the nice tasty colors of the sign over the door, he figured it must have been a candy store, and the display of actual candy in the shopfront windows was a dead giveaway.

Boris sure did like candy, a lot, and his own tin of hard candy was running low. Refilling his candy supply was an obvious priority before continuing on his job to find the people who hurt the invisible girl, so he too started his way towards the candy store with a happy spring in his step.

When he entered the store, the shop attendant gave Boris a strange look. A man like him probably wasn't expected to be seen in a place like that. Again, Boris didn't pay the look of the attendant too much mind, he was already too busy looking over the jars of candy lined up along the shop counter. His mouth was watering a lot, and making a decision of which candy to buy was very, very difficult.



Madison


Madison didn't bother turning her attention back to the woman who had been staring at her, and she soon grew tired of the blood display on the church tower. She knew all there was to know about that. Taking up the pastry from the counter, she shoved the whole damn thing in her mouth without thanking the stallholder and started walking towards the nearest inn she could see. Probably best to secure a room so she didn't have to do so later.

Like most people, the receptionist at the desk couldn't wait for Madison to get the hell away from him. He took her money, gagged on her stench a few times, and practically threw the key across the counter at her.

Up in her room, she took a small look over the town from her window, but didn't stay long. Locking her room behind her, she headed down the stairs and back out on the street. Her next order of business was clear: A hardy breakfast. One pastry was hardly even an appetizer. She had seen just the place to go from the window in her room, some Diner called:

Big Alf's BLD

(Big Alf's Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner)


It was located just north of the bazaar, and that's exactly where Madison was headed.
In Diddly Do → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@jorcool

The three encroaching cylindrical objects held position near their points of appearance and became utterly still.

Captain Soun attempts to deliver a message to the alien structures via various general frequencies, naturally uncertain if any of these frequencies are actually those used by estranged alien technological establishments. One way or another, there was but a short wait of silent anticipation before a response was received on each of the various frequencies used. Each response was the same:

“Unknown Vessel. We are the Lanist Khaganate, and we come in peace,”

Meanwhile, the electromagnetic-wave scans uncover what might be seen as disturbing. They manage to confirm the shape and size of the many hundreds of objects in the solar system, the structural parameters of which may show up on the Captain’s telemetry. But, for the instant after the electromagnetic-wave made contact with each of the alien objects, they vanished. For what was merely a few seconds every alien object in the solar system seemed to… cease to exist. What was even more curious, is that for the minuscule instant before they vanished, many more objects were detected by the electromagnetic scan. It would seem that there were other unseen objects occupying this solar system as well. If the Khaganate captured an image of what was seen in that minuscule moment, they would see a vast network of tens of thousands of objects of various size and dimensions throughout the solar system, most of which were not visible outside of that instant.

Upon the reappearance of the objects that were already visible prior to the event, The Khaganate fleet find themselves systematically scanned by electromagnetic waves, apparently no different to their own. Like the message sent out on various frequencies, the scans appear to be relayed back to them, that, or maybe their technology was being mimicked down to the finest detail. It would be impossible to tell which.

The absorption spectrum on the other hand, had no perceivable effect. Whatever substance these alien structures were made of, did not allow such absorption technology to penetrate.

Despite these three efforts providing no firm information of just what the Khaganate were dealing with, a few minutes transpired before the first of the cylindrical objects to appear dispersed a violet flash of light. The short flash of light enveloped the whole Khaganate fleet like a cocoon for an instant in time, though no effect would have otherwise been felt.

Soon, however, there was an effect to be felt by Khaganate. Each vessel in the fleet would have felt it simultaneously. Just seconds after the flash of violet light, the fleet was shaken. The instance, that lasted no more than a second or two, could be comparable to the sudden turbulence felt by in an airplane. Yet, whatever caused this effect on the fleet wouldn’t be determined; it was accompanied by no known energy reading at all. Immediately following the impact, several hundred random Khaganate, both civilian and personnel alike throughout the fleet, would have felt lightheaded. An unlucky few of those people would have felt dizzy enough to collapse, though every individual effected would recover within a minute or two, undamaged.

Close to fifteen minutes then pass before every functional speaker device in every ship and in any room or on any person equipped with a functional audio communication or media device of any kind, receives an offensively loud screech, similar to that of an audio feedback squeal. The tremendous screech resonates through every vessel for near seven seconds before sharply cutting out.

The three massive cylindrical structures hold their positions, unchanging. Now, the center structure, though keeping its position, releases a spherical object. Its exterior however does not open up to release the sphere, the sphere simply appears to form from the cylinders curved exterior like a bubble rising from a surface before detaching. The sphere has a 50.555meter diameter, its surface apparently comprised of the same substance the cylinders are. It moved directly, though slowly, towards the Khaganate flagship, but stops at 100.555meters from the foremost point of the flagships bow. No propulsion systems are detected. No energy. Like the cylindrical structures, it gives off no readings at all. It looks like nothing more than a massive stone ball.



In the hangar of the Atlas, just a second or two after the fleet was shaken by the unknown force, Vice-Admiral Jens vanishes. From the admiral’s point of view, he feels nothing. One moment he is in the Hanger, the next thing he knows he is on board the civilian vessel KKS Yurt, seated at a table in the canteen with Fanny May seated across from him. On the table are two trays of food and a bottle of beer, one of each for him, one of each for her. From the perspective of any personnel monitoring surveillance footage, the admiral will simply appear at the table with Fanny. There will be no power flux or energy surges accompanying his transition from the Atlas to the Yurk.

Fanny didn’t arrive at the same time as the Admiral, though. She'd been spotted strolling through various random places throughout the many ships of the Khaganate fleet, yet she was doing little more than just strolling about like a tourists checking out the sights. She doesn’t interact with ships systems and interacts very little with personnel or civilians. Her specific locations seem random also - Civilian, military etc; no apparent discrimination made for her choice of destinations, which would likely make very little sense to any personnel attempting to keep track of her whereabouts at any given time. She simply appears in one place, walks around for a moment, disappears and reappears in another place on another vessel, and at times appearing in more than one place at once. But she eventually winds up in the canteen on board the Yurk just a few minutes before Jens arrives. When she arrives, there are no other instances of her appearing anywhere else among the fleet. The canteen is occupied by roughly eighty Khaganate civilians, some eating and conversing at the many tables decked out in the room, others dishing out food from the buffet style food counters.

Dressed as she was previously, and although her specific fashion may not meet the general dress code of the Khaganate civilians, nobody really pays her much attention. She casually walks to the buffet counter and grazes casually down the line taking up one each item on the menu then takes the tray back to an empty table positioned next to one wall of the room. She places the tray on the table. When she does so, and exact duplicate of the tray and its content appears beside it, along with two bottles of beer. She then takes a seat. That is the moment that Vice-Admiral Jens materializes at the table with her


While the Admiral is likely trying to come to terms with what just happened to him, Fanny takes that moment to casually rattle of some words that may not need be responded to. Perhaps a way to help him settle in faster. Or not.

“You know what?’ She says with a congenial smile, “You remind me a lot of my dad – Just kidding though!” She slaps the Admiral’s hand playfully and laughs lightly. “But don’t you just adore places like this? I really prefer the more humble surrounds, don’t you? All that posturing and broomsticks up butts is enough to give me a headache. And believe me, I’m not the person to be around when I have a headache. So eat up!” She gestures to the food in front of him. “It’s probably not what your prestigious taste is used to, but it’ll give you what you need. And oh, I hope you don’t mind, I provided my own drinks. Enjoy!”

At this point, Jens will probably have some general idea of where he is and what’s going on, but he isn’t given a chance to respond, yet. A loud piercing screech erupts throughout the room from the intercoms and various other media and communication devises that be present in the room. Fanny cringes, screwing up her face until the noise cuts of sharply.

“Oof,” She tells him, as her face returns to its normal casual demeanour; “They make such a horrible noise, don’t they? Anyway, so I thought I might have some lunch with you, Admiral. So just relax. Maybe you can answer a few more questions I have.”

If the admiral attempts to reply at that point, Fanny will reach out and place a finger on his mouth to hush him, like a mother would with her child. Kindly with a smile.

“First of all, I’d really like to know the Khaganate’s ambitions, generally. I’d just really like to hear it in your own words, you know what I mean? Secondly, picture yourself on some planet somewhere, Admiral. Let’s call it home. While you’re there, you’re walking down the street of a city and come across two strangers, one a business man, the other a street bum. Who do you smile for?”

Now willing to let the admiral speak, she picks up a bread stick and rips off a bite, chewing contently while she listens to what he has to say.



@Doc Doctor

The internet, or as the Quatis used to call it, QIR (Quatis Inter-media Relations) was abolished some years ago. The Quatis felt that free information for all was more of a hazard to the Quatis infrastructure and security than anything else. Since then, information access is based on an individual’s rank or status in society. For Donny at the moment, been given class Z civilian status, he can access all he wants to know about the civilian infrastructure throughout the fleet, the ships functions, maps, almost anything aside from military sectors, political sectors, and ranking government and military personnel sheets. As for technological information of ships and other fleet functions, Donny will need to tap into the appropriate terminals that are position at their coordinating station throughout the Vessel.

Donny is transported to the 18th floor, section C, subsection A, the Flight Simulator Range. Now that Donny is out of Pycin’s office, he can use his new device to traverse through the different ships of the fleet, limited to civilian occupation. He has his own Quarters on level 5 of the flagship, civilians canteen rooms, sports centers, entertainment and theater halls, libraries etc.



The Flight Simulation Range is basically a long corridor with designated cubicles, each cubicle having its own bridge simulator. The cubicles can be sealed off by the user. Once that is done, the user takes a seat at the helm, at which point the entire cubicle transforms into an interactive realm. For Donny, it would seem like he is on the bridge of a smaller Quatis vessel complete with view screens and all the equipment, including the simulated view of space outside. The experience will feel real. Even crashing the ship is possible, to the point of the simulation resetting to start again.

That said, the Cubicles interactive vocal subroutines kick in when Donny takes a seat. It’s computerized female voice, stating:

“Welcome, Donny. You can call me El. Please state your preference. Safety protocols On or Off? At this point I must warn you, with safety protocols off any simulated accident will result in realistic consequential injuries to your person. Having the safety protocols on will restrict any injures to your person. Please state your preference.”

Once Donny answers, the interactive vocal subroutine will instantaneously set the specifications to Donny’s choosing. He can verbally request it changed at any time from this point on. He’s now free to start his training...





@Metatrooper

Rufus doesn’t seem to mind the escort, in fact he looks pretty fascinated by the proceedings. It’s all so wonderful to him. When he enters the cell the force field reactivates and the Instigator enters for added security.

“See ya later, my main man!” Rufus gives a small wave to the ASP as it exits the cell block. He then nods with righteous sentiments at the instigator. “Another marvel of the modern age, ay?”

Rufus gets bored pretty easy though. He starts rubbing his stomach while his face winces uncomfortably. After a short while he regards the Instigator again.

“I have the munchies, my dude.”

He then reaches out towards the force field of the cell, just out of curiosity, but seems a little confused when nothing happens. He reaches a little farther thinking that maybe he hadn’t reached far enough, before he realizes the force field wasn’t working. Well, at least, it wasn't working on him.

Rufus grins, looking pretty mischievous at that moment while his stomach continued to grumble.

“I’m so sorry, my righteous machine.” He said as he steps out from his cell unhindered. He steps gingerly though, cautious as to how the Instigator might respond. “Please don’t shoot me. I won’t hurt anyone. I just need to find me some food, right?” Now standing in the cell block outside of his cell, Rufus looks around for an appropriate exit. “Which way’s the kitchen? Maybe I should speak with your captain dude if he’s back? I feel like I should explain Rufus’s situation.”



The Quatis Engineers are merely under orders from their commanding officer. They say very little and comply with Meta’s instructions. They do seem a little curious, maybe a little apprehensive when Niner shows up, but systematically follow the droid to their respective areas. They get to work immediately.



@CmdrAlfieq@Quote5

It’s only a matter of minutes before Hany’s Ribbon decimates Rodia, the MASGC space station, and the planet Iceolia. Ernest readies his Hyperdrive in case he needs to use it, Siren and others on Rodia hope to God that there is in fact a God to save them, and The MASGC start charging their propulsion systems to prepare to go to warp.

Alas… the 12 lights of the nearby formation grows brighter, and the gravitational pull of the void within the lights grows stronger. Now, The Ernest has waited too little too long, even if he initiates Hyperdrive he will not be able to escape the gravity of the void. In the same way, MASGC headquarters will find their station is unable to enter Warp, because the gravitational pull of the void is creating too much subspace interference. Whether they like it or not, The MASGC are being pulled in. As for those on board the Rodia, well, maybe their prayers have been answered. Or have they? They too are inevitably being pulled into the void. The good news is, if you can call it good news at this point, is that the void will swallow them before Hany’s Ribbon arrives.

MASGC Headquarters is the first to enter the void. A few seconds later Rodia and the satellite that MASGC launched get sucked in as well. Last of all, Ernest enters the Void.

Did Hany’s Ribbon destroy Iceolia along with those poor soul left behind? Or did Hany’s Ribbon re-enter subspace and vanish just moments before impact? Maybe none of the abducted will ever know what happened to Iceolia….



@CmdrAlfieq

When The MASGC Headquarters exit, the spatial anomaly closes behind them. They have arrived in another galaxy far, far away, in a solar system supported by a yellow dwarf star with ten major planetary bodies in orbit. The solar system is occupied by a space veering civilization that occupy 5 of these planets and a great number of artificial space colonies, satellites and stations of various kinds.

Upon their arrival, The MASGC are almost instantly approached by 10 space craft. Seven of these craft are about the length of an earth’s luxury ocean liner with elongated bodies and broad bird-like wings, brown in color, and no exterior lighting. The other craft are almost ten times that size with a similar shape and coloring, but they do have markings of striped yellow light on the lower bow and frontal regions of their wings.

The ten alien vessels quickly encompass the Commanders station. MASGC Headquarters quickly receive an abrupt, less than warm reception in the form of an automated message:

“We are the Kradam Supreme. This is the Kradam Domain. You have violated our space. You are of a foreign origin. You will not react with hostility. You will state your intentions. You will do it now.”

Despite the hostile approach of the Kradam, if the commander was to conduct scans of the region, he would find many of the planets rich in commodities.

@Quote5

3.5 lightyears away from where MASGC Headquarters ended up, The Ernest arrives on the outskirts of a Nebula. The Nebula is made of various gasses of different colors, and at the heart of the nebula is a pink binary star system. The binary system also has 22 planets in orbit. Many of these planets seem to be supporting life, and other space dwelling structures can be detected within the system and throughout the nebula. These other structures seem to be comprised of biological material. The whole thing is a beautiful thing to see.

Soon after arriving at the Nebula, Ernest receives a hail from somewhere within the Nebula. It’s an odd transmission composed of a series of high-pitched clicking sounds, maybe a form of language. The message lasts for several seconds before fading out like an echo in his systems.

A few minutes later, a pulse of blue light is dispersed from an unknown location within the Nebula as well. The pulse of light doesn’t damage Ernest. But soon afterwards, Ernest receives a second transmission. This time in words he can understand:

“Otomigus. Otomigus. State-state-state. Otom.”

Pause.

“Us. Otomigus. Otom. Otomigus Expanse.”

Pause.

“State who you are.”



@Quote5

Rodia, may have had their hopes in a God fulfilled. They emerge from the anomaly in a completely different part of the universe as well, but nowhere near the MASGC or Ernest. Instead they are spewed out in what is now a solar system supported by a dead, neutron Star. The outer limits of the solar system is encompassed by a dull, grey nebula, kinda like the solar system is cloaked in a thick layer of space dust that completely blocks out the view of the outside universe.

The inner planets that may have once existed in this system have long since been done away with by the star’s aging process, and the three planets that remained in the outer perimeters of the system seem like lifeless, dark orbs continuing their slow, ancient rout around the distant glow of their sun.

There is another structure though. At first glance it might look like a planet, and a large one at that. It’s keeping a closer orbit of the sun than the other three, but on closer inspection Rodia scans will find that it’s an artificial planet 72,555miles (116,766km) in diameter and made of various unfamiliar metal types. Scanning beneath the surface of the massive planet might prove a difficult task. Maybe Rodia should take a closer look, which shouldn’t be a problem, because soon after arriving they find themselves being pulled towards it by an unknown and invisible energy beam. The pull isn’t fast, and it may take an hour or so to reach the planet, but they are definitely being pulled towards it.



@CmdrAlfieq

Last of all, the small satellite MASGC launched before being swallowed by the void, comes out in yet another location in the universe. As it drifts of into the endless expanse of space, it is intercepted by a large vessel, 30 miles in length. This elegant looking vessel looks and moves a lot like a silver colored snake through space. After a close inspection of the satellite, the mouth of the snake-like vessel opens up and swallows the Sputnik.



@Quote5

“Don’t panic little dude!” Rufus said, as he continued his pursuit of the tree, “We’ll get our dooby back!”

The chase lasts until they arrive at the clearing with the vessel that Ramrod had arrived in with Hank. There the thieving orange tree stops abruptly, but not because it saw the vessel, but because the heat from the joint had caused its leaves to catch light. Within seconds one of its branches were engulfed in flames as it threw the joint away and started squealing in pain and jumping around the area in a an attempt to shake off the fire. Unfortunately, all that jumping around only made the flames spread further. The surrounding grass soon caught alight as well, each blade of the grass that caught alight also started to scream in agony, while several of the nearby trees uprooted themselves and started running away.

Rufus was the one to panic now, saying; “I should have never stepped into that portal!” He then swung his arm fast, throwing Ramrod in through the crack of the vessel to keep him safe from the fire. “Stay in there little dude, Rufus has got this!”

When Ramrod lands inside the vessel, he heard a low groaning sound. He soon realizes that the groaning is coming from Hank who is still broken on the floor in the corner. But he isn’t alone, three small shrubs have since entered the vessel. They were using their branches to poke and prod at Hank. One of the shrubs were trying to pull parts off of him. This was causing Hank a lot of distress. He was helpless and needed saving.

Meanwhile, Rufus realized he didn’t have control of the situation at all. The fire was spreading wildly. The orange tree had already reduced to ash, his dying screams cause Rufus to feel sick with pity. In the distance, maybe 30 meters away, he could see a pond. Water! But how the hell was he going to get the water from way over there to put out the fast growing fire over her?

“Little plush dude!’ He yelled out. “I think I might need your help after all!”



@Dartbored Fairy@Prima Luce

Dino grins at Pirila when she bats away his arm. Apparently he kinda likes a sassy woman.

"That’s fine, you attractive dame, I wouldn’t expect you to understand. Being cute will get you by.”

With his hands now placed smartly on his hips, he regards the barrier of stone, then gives a nonchalant look at Cas, Pirila and Hida, before saying smoothly. “A plan I have.” Pausing for a moment, he adds, and aiming the explanation at Pirila more than the others; “You see, young wench. Mili’s abductor is right there with her. We just can’t see him. This means he has some abilities we didn’t count on. It was an obvious trap. As a rule I tend to be wary of traps.” He gives her a smoldering look. “Call me crazy, right? But don’t worry your pretty head. Think of it this way: That monster obviously wants that girl alive for now, and I think its best we keep it that way. Let’s play along with his game for the time being.”

He looks at Cas: “You remember your spot attack and salvage training, Nerd?”

“Yes I do.” Cas gives Dino a confident nod. “Ready when you are, Admiral.”

“Then wait for my command and make sure you keep these dames safe in the process.” Dino says, then turns his attention to the girls; “Stand back, ladies, this might get messy….” He thinks for a moment and suggests. “If by chance either of you too have abilities I’m unaware of that might help along the way, and assuming you arrive at a point that you understand what’s going on at the time, feel free to lend your support to the situation.”

With that said, Dino quickly reconfigured the scanners on his wrist device, then sets in carefully laid coordinates before pressing the Teleport button.

“See you all on the other side.” He says, as he then vanishes in a flurry of light.

Once he’s gone, Cas takes a position on one knee in front of the fallen barrier of rock. He activates an open communication channel to Dino, then readies his rifle, aiming at the rocks.

In the passage on the other side of the rock barrier, Dino reappears facing towards the rocks and the position that Mili was last seen, also where her bio signature is still located along with her abductors. He is just a few meters from her. He’s also down on one knee and read for anything….

In Trios → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Zyngard@Metatrooper@Dartbored Fairy

Boris


Boris was conveniently walking past the church on rout to the Bazaar when the sudden dong of the church bell was heard. He wouldn't have normally thought much of the church bell ringing, as he didn't have much knowledge on church bell times, but a moment after the loud dong struck he thought it was starting to rain, only to realize, by the blood spattering his clothes, that it wasn't rain at all. He stopped walking and looked up, got an extra drop of blood in his eyes, and then through his blurred vision and saw a the empty woman from the house he just left. She was hanging way up high by a rope now. She sure did get around fast for dead lady. Beside the dangling woman was another message, and even though he couldn't read the message, it didn't look the same as the one he saw back in the house. Normally, he would have copied the message down for safe keeping, but this message was on display for the whole gosh town to read, so copying it didn't seem like it was needed.

He stared at the bloody mess way above for a while, wondering what it all meant, but the ringing bell became a little annoying. He sure wished it would stop ringing soon.

"That sure is a lot of blood." He mumbled. It wasn't the most the blood he'd ever seen, but it sure was a lot for one person.

Moving on, he walked a little farther before he came across a interesting weirdo all dressed in a shiny armor. The weirdo was with a little girl, and also another young girl all dressed in black. There sure were a lot of girls in this town, young ones especially. Boris had be on his guard, it was only a matter of time before little girls became mean like big girls. Avoiding any possible conflict, the massive Neanderthal of a man first addresses the man in the armor, who may or may not have still been watching the bell tower.

"Excuse me Mr. Tin Man. My name is Boris." He pulled out a notebook from his bag and opened to the page with the message he copied earlier and showed him:



"Boris can't read." He then added, "Can you? If you can, it sure would be nice if you told me what this said."

Boris then took his chances with the two girls, turning the message for them both to look at. Maybe they could read as well. After all three people had a chance to see the message in his note book, he jerked his thumb towards the bell tower and also asked;

"If it isn't too much trouble, could any of you also tell me what that other message says as well?" He sighed. "Boris had a visit from an invisible little girl." He glances back at the bell tower with a mischievous look, and admitted; "I think she might have done that to empty lady."

He snickers.



@citrouille

Madison


Madison didn't like people staring at her, even though it happened all the damn time. It seemed to be unavoidable. But now and then she would get that feeling, that hair standing feeling on the back of her neck that told her when someone a little different from the others was looking at her. Right now she had that feeling. The hairs on her neck stood up as she turned from the stall holder and looked through the crowd, most of whom were gawking at her. With a snarl, she kept her search going until she found the person responsible for the feeling she had - and there she was; some skinny, well dressed young woman wearing glasses. Her pretty face made Madison cringe.

"What are you staring at...." Madison mimed the words, since she was too far away to comfortably yell out. Still, Madison noticed something of interest, a quartz crystal hanging from the woman's neck.

I'll have that fucking gem, she thinks to herself. Then, with a hard slap of her own ass, Madison changes her mind on the yelling out thing, and calls across the crowd of people at the woman, saying;

"YOU WANNA LICK THIS -"

Her verbal attack on Allysse was interrupted by the sudden ring of the church bell. She quickly turned her attention, and saw the blood display on the bell tower wall. She kinda like it, though. The sight of blood spraying the people walking below made her oddly happy.

yeah... get em good...

Madison then corkscrewed her nose with her pinkie finger, something she quite often did while thinking, and carefully analysed the hanged woman and bloody message.

"Well that's just beautiful..." She utters, plucking a dob of snot from her nostril and smearing it across her top lip. "That ain't something you see every day." She licks the snot from her lip and starts chewing contently.

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

Had Donny shot the Symbot in the head, the exolining (its skin) will have been shredded, though the alloy skeleton would remain, and also the tertiary motor functions, such as speech. Symbot’s, as the name might suggest, are specifically made to mimic an already existing life form, in this case Pycin. Generally, they are controlled by the real person themselves by way of a temporal receptor that is attached to the users temple. Symbot’s don’t wear wrist devices, though. Like most androids Bots and Cyborgs – with the exception of those being used for specific purposes of deception – they don’t wear the usual wrist devises that real living people wear. Instead, they have a built in teleporter array. Donny wouldn’t have seen and wrist device on the Pycin Symbot.

In another room that looks almost identical to the room that Donny is in, the real Pycin is still seated at his desk with a temporal transceiver attached to his temple. He is watching Donny’s holographic template move around his office, perfectly mimicking the real Donny’s behavior in the duplicate room. In this office, the real office, the holographic representation of Pycin’s Symbot is also lying on the floor, interacting with the holographic Donny.

Pycin now opens his mouth to speak once again, answering Donny’s request, while the Symbot in the room with the real Donny mimics his speech, saying;

“Don’t confuse what you know about politics with those of the Quatis, Donny. My own seat is secure until I die or become otherwise incapacitated. At that point, I won’t really give a shit anymore anyway. That aside, you have no need to concern yourself. My Symbot has provided you all you will need to perform the task at hand.”

The Symbot at Donny’s feet pauses, to add patiently;

“Look to the desk again, Donny. Beside the cigar is a new Transect (wrist device). It will take you freely from ship to ship, only among non-restricted areas. That freedom is already yours. Once you’ve killed Dino you can have his personal ship. It is fitted with everything you request for after the job is done. You can’t have it while he’s still alive…. Still, I’m willing to make a compromise for you. But only this one…. Don’t make me regret this.”

Pause.

“…Securing a temporary shuttle for you will take a little time. I suggest you use that time wisely. I’ll send you directly to the flight simulators on the 18th floor. Learn to pilot a craft, Donny. I’ll then provide you the shuttle. It won’t be anything special, but it will get you around until Dino is dead. Once the shuttle is ready I’ll message you its location and the spatial coordinates of Dino Gavon. After that, you can then use the new Transect to track him. I have, as mentioned earlier, given you your own living quarter’s two doors down from his own on board the Egress. This should help. In your Transect you will find Dino’s personal access codes. With them you can enter his own chambers. Try and keep the proceedings discrete, Donny. We don’t want other members of the Quatis to know what you are up to. And one more thing… Donny. Kill him slow… make it hurt…. Do that for me, my wife, my baby girl.”

Pause.

“If there is nothing else, I will transport you to the flight simulation sector. I’ll inform you when your temporary shuttle is ready and provide you Dino’s spatial coordinates. I do suggest you get some rest, no sense in rushing this. So sleep. Have some food in the mess hall. If you like, you can access Dino’s personnel files by way of the interface terminal in his personal chambers. Best be prepared. Do not underestimate him. His cockiness is his greatest weakness.”

Donny can’t exit this room on his own, but if takes the cigar and Transect from the desk and agrees with these conditions, Pycin would then be teleport him from this room directly to the flight simulation sector, or another room of Donny's choice. Meanwhile, in the real Grand Ministers office, Pycin will remove the interface from his temple and the Symbot will power down completely.

“Good luck, Donny.”



@Metatrooper

“Good relationships built on trust, you say?” Was the Pilan’s first response. “Is that like my wife letting Dino lick her tentacles?” Palin smirked. It may have been meant as joke, had it not been for the underlining truth behind it.

He then reaches into a pocket of his pants and produces a small tablet-like device in a fashion that suggests he had been expecting Meta to ask for it. He tosses it on the table for Meta to read over:

Tablet reads as follows:



Palin then chuckles at Meta’s third request, but casually taps his finger on the desk while thinking on the matter. “You should really upgrade your repair systems. That said… I’ll assemble a small crew to repair the remainder of your systems.”

He looks at Meta’s extended hand for moment, considering the behavior. It wasn’t an unknown form of physical agreement, it just wasn’t one the Quatis used. Nevertheless, Palin takes Meta’s hand and gives it a shake; saying;

“I’m sure you’re confident in your abilities, Meta. But don’t underestimate Dino. Greater have fallen by his hand.” He releases Meta’s hand, rests back in his chair as though a great burden had been lifted from him. “I’ll transport you back to your vessel. Once your ship has been repaired I’ll send you Dino’s spatial coordinates. If you are contacted by anyone else, anyone but me personally, ignore it. You and I are the only ones supposed to know about this. Good luck. Don’t die.”

Assuming Meta has nothing further to say, he is transported back to The Tempest in a blink of an eye. He is accompanied by a Quatis repair crew who await his instruction.



“Whatever you say, my mechanical dude.” Rufus replies to the ASP and starts following. He shoves the bag of weed in his pocket as he’s walking, taking in the sights of the ship like he were a paying visitor to a futuristic museum. “Really wish I didn’t leave my cell at home ay. So hey, dudes,” He looks back at the second droid, ”Where ya’ll taken Rufus?”



@CmdrAlfieq@Quote5

Ernest doesn’t get a response from Fanny. But while he is taking the initiative to allocate specific people from the planet - and while Siren attempts to negotiate with the rude operator - the most unexpected thing happens:

Twelve blue lights appear near the orbit of Iceolia. Each light is the size of a small moon and have taken on the following formation.



At the center of the lights a void within space opens (as seen in the grey area in the image). The lights give off no scientific readings. In fact they show up on scanners as nothing more than light. But they are obviously more than that.

The void within the light formation has a 15,000 kilometers diameter (9,320.5679 miles) and has a heavy, though slow, gravitational pull, more than strong enough to pull in MASGC Space Station and Rodia into it. Ernest can also feel the pull of the anomalous light formation attempting to lift him off the ground. It will only be a matter of minutes before he is removed from the planet’s surface. Decisions better be made quickly, or none of them are going to be saved. He needs to make decisions. Now.



@Quote5

Rufus is already seated, so there was no reason to stoop down to shake the plush hand of Ramrod. Still, Rufus is a little confused. He doesn’t understand a word of what Ramrod is saying. He does feel a little giddy by the cat though, giggling in a dopey way as the plush is talking. After he finished talking, Rufus just assumes Ramrod said yes to his offer. He instantly starts rolling a joint while saying;

“I have no idea what you just said, my little furry dude, but allow Rufus to do the honors.”

It doesn’t take long for Rufus to roll a nice dooby. He lights it up and holds it out for Ramrod to take when suddenly the orange shrub that had followed Ramrod to that point shoves Ranrod out the way. It grabs the joint between two twigs and runs off down the path that Ramrod had arrived by, making a giggly sound as he flees.

“Yo, tree dude – that’s just rude, right?” Rufus cries out like his life was gonna soon come to an end. Picking up Ramrod by one arm, he gives chase after the shrub. “Give us back our joint, little tree dude!”



@Oh no my soup

Magnus starts to feel more effects of the tree outside trying to get to him. The tree wraps its limbs around the vessel, picks it up, then starts shaking it like it was trying to empty nuts from a jar.

While Magnus is being thrown around inside the ship, SANDRA’s communication display receives an audio message from the planet-size life-form known as Fanny.

“Magnus, my darling, are you okay? I have a really bad feeling. I think daddy may have found out about our forbidden love. I’m coming – just you hold on tight!”

Following that, the ship stops shaking and a moment later the door to the ship is forced open by the tree. Bees, hundreds of them, flood into the ship. The bees take on the form of a muscular man that stands in front of Magnus and speaks:

“Filthy human spawn. What are your intentions with my daughter?”



@Dartbored Fairy@Prima Luce

Dino is stunned to see Pirila start running towards her friend, Mili. Anyone, even a savage like Pirila, could see that the situation didn’t add up. Thinking fast, he sets his rifle to sonic pulse, level 3, and fires at the roof of the passage. The shot causes the stone roof of the passage to come apart. A barrier of rocks fall to the floor of the passage between Pirila and Mili, blocking access.

Pirila can’t go any further without removing the wall of rocks from her path.

“Settle down, woman!” Dino now moves forward and grabs Pirila’s firmly by the shoulder, showing her the display in his wrist device. “Look here. Two reading are showing up, one of Mili and one of her abductor.”

Meanwhile, Cas lunges after Hida. Doing more than he needs to, he tackles the girl to the floor of the passage. He’s now lying on top of her, face to face, he looks into her eyes;

“You’re so brave and smart….”

Dino then furrows his brow at Cas, he can’t quite believe what is going on.

“What the hell has gotten into you, Nerd!? Can’t any of my subordinates act in the slightest way professional? Get on your feet, man!”

Cas stands and helps Hida to her feet. He looks at Dino a little embarrassed. “Forgive me, admiral, I can’t help myself. She’s so adorable. I want to know what her tentacles taste like.” With a shake of his head, an effort to cast off his unprofessional thoughts, Cas checks his wrist devise and refers to the important matter at hand, adding; “What are your plans, Admiral? It’s clear that the abductor is fucking with us.”

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

GM Pycin, despite having a denser muscular and bone structure than most humans, as all Quatis do, is nevertheless getting on in years. He can’t take a hit like used be able to, and he can’t possibly defend himself against someone like Donny. It also wouldn’t have been terribly smart for anyone to allow a talented killer into their office without an escort of some variety or defensive strategy in place. Being that Pycin is the Grand Minister of Quatis, he would be more than well aware of all these things, as he would have also been aware that informing a killer that a bomb was in their chest was likely to have repercussions. After all, Pycin had been leading his people for many, many years….

As it happens, and as Donny had seen by the fact that Pycin had taken a smoke from Donny and had been drinking like any ordinary man since Donny arrived in his office, there was no reason to think that Pycin had any real protection. In a way Donny was right to assume that, but maybe his emotional detachment from the situation made him overlook the lingering fact that Pycin was still Grand Minister. Even when Donny’s left hook struck, Pycin knew very well what he was doing. He had control of the situation.

The punch didn’t knock Pycin out, but it was hard enough to topple the old man’s figure off his chair and onto the floor, at which point Donny’s hand would have been feeling the effects of punching a specific type of Titanium Alloy called Triobsidium. Referred to in short as Triobsi.

It probably wouldn’t have taken long, though he lie unmoving on the floor, for Donny to notice the old man’s eyes remained open, while the barely audible reeling hum of his primary motor functions could be heard powering down. Donny had punched a Symbot. It wasn’t damaged, not even the synthetic lining of its skin. The main motor function had simply been shut down by an exterior mobile source, but its secondary and tertiary functions remained operational by the real Pycin who was watching on from another room.

The Symbot started speaking again, its mouth the only part of its anatomy currently moving:

“I didn’t mean to offend you, Donny. I hope you can see past your disdain and understand why I had to do this. Insurance, you see. One can never be too sure. I do hope you are still of the mind to take me up on my offer.”

The Symbot paused a few seconds, then added;

“I don’t hold against you your actions towards me. To be honest, it was somewhat expected. And now I know for sure, you are not a man to take another man’s stature in society as a reason to compromise your principles.”

Pause.

“Rest assure, Donny, and as I told you before, you have been acquitted of all transgression towards my people. You have access to all civilian areas of the fleet. I will hold up my end of the bargain. I should inform you at this time that the jeopardy of the MIIT, although it will in fact respond only to my commands, is dependent on a subspace interface link with Dino Gavon’s life signs. Once he is dead, all my own commands will be rescinded. The MIIT will automatically detach itself from the wall of your heart and dissolve in your blood. No harm done.”
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