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@Oh no my soup
As Magnus sets a curse to Hokum knows where, he will find that the planet-size entity previously known as Fanny is following him. In doing so, she is sending a disturbing amount of messages via the Magnus’s communication system that consist of things like;
As the messages from Magnus’s titanic stalker flood in, he arrives at his new destination; the entrance to a massive wormhole. The outer perimeter of the wormhole is decorated with pretty, flashing neon lights of gold, silver and blue…. Will he enter? Will he make a reply to his titanic planet stalker…?
@Metatrooper
Palin almost instantly responded to Meta. His vice sounded somehow apologetic.
“Forgive me of my oversight. I did not consider your lack of technological prosperity.” He paused. “Drop the guard around your vessel, it is interfering with my ability to remove you. Do so and I will transport you to one of our science labs to be fitted with a Transect device. Standby.”
If Meta drops the interference around his vessel, he would be instantly teleported to a science lab on board one of the Quatis fleet’s vessels. When he arrives he will be facing a young lady. She doesn’t look a day over twenty. She is extremely pretty with shoulder length brown hair and translucent blue eyes, near unblemished skin, and the warmest yet somehow naïve smile to welcome him.
“I’m science officer Sahmi Gavon tells.” She introduced herself. “I’ve been given orders from Palin to adapt a Transect to your Armor.” Her smile broadens as her eyes browse the suit that Meta is wearing. “We normally fit them to the left sleeve for easy access, but if there is a better point of application please feel free to designate your preference.” After giving Meta time to reply, she adds; “Palin didn’t tell me what all this is about, just that you’ve got a job to do for him. I don’t like being left in the dark, but I guess that comes with being a subordinate officer like myself, right?”
Meanwhile in the cell block on The Tempest, Rufus accepts the light from the ASP then rests in his seat, inhaling a deep toke as his eyes narrow heavily.
“That’s what I’m talking about right there….” He says, holding out the joint for the ASP to take; “Be my guest, electronical dude.”
@jorcool
The Khaganate turn to move away from the alien race they have encountered, but their fleet doesn’t retreat for long. While Vice Admiral Jens turns his attention to the Khan, every ship in the fleet come to a sudden halt. Something has dampened their propulsion. They are dead in the water. Source unknown.
Several minutes pass, likely time enough for Jens to speak his piece to the Khan, when a single person from each vessel within the Khaganate fleet inexplicably disappear. No warning is given. No sound is made. Each of these people are military officers, yet their ranks were varied and seemingly chosen at random. At the very moment that these officers disappear, every system in every ship and in any room or on any person equipped with a functional audio communication device of any kind, receives a transmission. The message is sudden and abrupt and composed of a quick succession of high-pitched, spasmodic clicking sounds that last for several seconds. Maybe it is a language of some kind, one the Khaganate will need to decipher.
Meanwhile, in the canteen where the surveillance of the room has been restored to normal, Fanny seems rather content as she finishes her beer and consumed the remaining food on her tray.
@Quote5
Ernest Jr. Escorted by the two drones alongside, enter the massive cave opening and follow a massive stone passage for many meters before coming to a giant iron-like door that opens upon their arrival. Beyond the door the three of them descend upon an iron-like platform deep beneath the planet for what seems like a journey of several miles before stopping. Another iron door opens to allow them access to yet another passage of stone. The walls of this passage are beautifully carved with hieroglyphic art depicting the Otomigus history, which may seem no more than that of random context to Ernest Jr. the journey continues for near 100 meters before the three individuals arrive at yet another set of black colored doors that must have reached a hundred meters in height. These doors also opened upon their approach.
When Ernest Junior enters through the doors in the company of the two drones, he will see a massive cavern, big enough to house King Kong and his family. The cavern is dome shaped, the outer floor of which is lined with hundreds of Otom Drones dressed in deep-green robes. At the center of the cavern, and what may seem mind boggling to Ernest, stands a monstrous 70 meter tall ant-like winged entity staring down at Ernest Junior as the doors to the chamber closes shut with a loud thud. The titanic creature is adorned in royal purple robe lined with gold. It has the sum of 13 eyes and a mouth framed by serrated mandibles.
The massive ant-like creature then spreads the mandibles on its face to speak. Its words are like thunder and shake the very foundation of the caverns structure:
“I AM QUEEN AVIKA OF THE OTOM!” She paused. “WELCOME TO MY FAMILY.” Pause. “STATE YOUR NAME AND REASON FOR BEING IN THE SPACE OF MY CHILDREN!!”
Rufus is practically spellbound watching Ramrod take of the joint, a peculiar yet admirable smile distorting his face as he watches the little dude get stone.
As Ramrod feels the effect of pot in his system, he realizes it isn’t like alcohol. The effects are much more mellow, causing him to relax and feel at ease, if not a little generally paranoid about, well, everything. But at the same time it opened up areas of his mind that aren’t usually being used. He would now be seeing everything in a different light; mathematical equations, perspectives etc. are all seen in a brand new way, opening up a whole new world of creative possibilities and inspiration.
“Oh, my righteous, little dude.” Rufus replies in a slurred yet excited tone. “You are so much my hero right now.” He takes what is left of the jont, despite what he said earlier, and takes another hit, pulling back the smoke as he adds; “Feel free to do what you want here my main man. If you want some food just ask the ship.”
“It is a simple matter of adaptive special harmonics.” Aoa answered Sirens question about the telepathy. My people can show you how to adapt these functions to your own systems for ease of communication.”
Aoa follows Siren through the door she dramatically burst into, not seeming at all perturbed, and then listens to the conversation she has with the factory head, then listens in a modest kind of way as she asks him how he plans to help.
“The Sporn will get to work immediately to assist.” Aoa replies as several more Sporn units appear in the factory.
These units aren’t carrying anything with them, but straight away they approach the unfinished units one by one and get to work, while some of them address any computer consoles in the room, transforming the shape of their fingers to access coding and the like to enhance the manufacturing systems. Meanwhile, large quantities of needed metal and other technological components are beamed into the factory from the Sporn planet to assist with the work at hand.
“If you allow us,” Aoa continues, "we will proceed to download the knowledge of our interaction to your scientists and engineers so they may know of the changes we are making and the procedure we are performing, that you as your own kind can do so the same for yourselves in the future.”
Meanwhile, Lars and Gamma appear together within the massive Sporn Planet. Their position of arrival will be elaborated on later.
@Uncle Spanky
Sam is soon surrounded by an army of troops all dressed in heavy environmental suits. They set a perimeter about the crashed vessel, each of the hundred soldiers armed with a rifle. As they take their position the voice from the hovering helicopter is heard once again:
“Defuse.”
Upon instruction, four of the surrounding troops, one from the north, south, east and west, fire their rifles. What they fire are bolts of electricity designed to penetrate the toughest of armor and deliver a bolt of electricity enough to kill any man or at least disable any type of electronic entity. SAM is hit by all four attacks. He is rendered inoperable.
An unknown time later, SAM regains consciousness. He reboots and finds himself at the center of a large room. The walls of the room are made of steel, reminiscent of an underground chamber and he is surrounded by all manner of busy humanoids. The place looks like a laboratory with electronic stations of various alienated descriptions and function. SAM himself is naked, restrained within a metal cage measuring 5X5 meters. At the outer edges of his confines several workers dressed in lab coats have gathered, one of which immediately ask him a question:
“State your origin and reason for infiltrating our planet!”
@Doc Doctor
Fanny appeared to go through some changes while Donny was talking. Her youthful, attractive face became staunch, while the life behind her eyes became reminiscent of an ancient stone monument. When he finished speaking, her hoary glare fixed upon Donny.
“Creation doesn’t bargain with the creator.” As she started speaking that statement, everything in the strip club began to slow down; the music, the people, the flashing lights. Except Donny and Fanny, it all slowed to a complete stop by time she completed the statement. Now, with the entire room utterly frozen in a moment in time, she paused before continuing: “The girl you bludgeoned, she lives, but the unborn child inside her didn’t make it, Donny.” In the finishing of this sentence, the entity Donny met in his quarters earlier appeared in the room. With their empty eye sockets and their pale skin, still dressed in their black ghostly attire, they proceeded to perform a strangely slow hula-like dance on stage among the transfixed strippers.
“But I can’t blame you for the atrocities you commit.” Fanny went on to say. “You are what you are. Ignorance doesn’t know of its ignorance until it’s been shown otherwise.” The glass of milk situated on the table between them began to vibrate as its contents turned to blood. Within the blood appeared a small, humanoid fetus, bobbing in the blood like a testament to Donny’s indiscretion. “I gave permission to my darkness, Haney, to remove the stain of the Quatis from my universe….” She continued, directing her eyes to the dancing entity on stage for a moment; “Yet some were spared for the sake of repentance. So this is what I’ll say for now,” She paused; “Remove the stain of Dino from my universe without damaging innocent life, and I will place Pycin in your very lap.”
At this point Donny will find, if he attempts to leave, that his transect device does not work. He will find there is nowhere to go until the conversation has ended.
As Magnus sets a curse to Hokum knows where, he will find that the planet-size entity previously known as Fanny is following him. In doing so, she is sending a disturbing amount of messages via the Magnus’s communication system that consist of things like;
I hope you aren’t angry at me.
My dad is a dick.
I hope what happened doesn’t affect our relationship.
Please forgive me if I’ve been to needy, I just love you so much.
We can be happy, you and I, we can make a life together.
Can't you see we belong together?
I promise to be everything you need.
We can live together forever.
Please don’t be scared.
I love you.
You are the universe to me.
There is no one who means more to me than you do.
Please don’t ignore me.
Don’t listen to what my dad said.
Everything is okay, I promise.
Just tell me you’re okay.
I care about you so much it hurts.
There is nothing more important to me than knowing you are happy.
Please stop, open your heart to me.
Please don’t upset me… please don’t make me angry….
I love you so much… no words could describe my feelings for you.
My dad is a dick.
I hope what happened doesn’t affect our relationship.
Please forgive me if I’ve been to needy, I just love you so much.
We can be happy, you and I, we can make a life together.
Can't you see we belong together?
I promise to be everything you need.
We can live together forever.
Please don’t be scared.
I love you.
You are the universe to me.
There is no one who means more to me than you do.
Please don’t ignore me.
Don’t listen to what my dad said.
Everything is okay, I promise.
Just tell me you’re okay.
I care about you so much it hurts.
There is nothing more important to me than knowing you are happy.
Please stop, open your heart to me.
Please don’t upset me… please don’t make me angry….
I love you so much… no words could describe my feelings for you.
As the messages from Magnus’s titanic stalker flood in, he arrives at his new destination; the entrance to a massive wormhole. The outer perimeter of the wormhole is decorated with pretty, flashing neon lights of gold, silver and blue…. Will he enter? Will he make a reply to his titanic planet stalker…?
@Metatrooper
Palin almost instantly responded to Meta. His vice sounded somehow apologetic.
“Forgive me of my oversight. I did not consider your lack of technological prosperity.” He paused. “Drop the guard around your vessel, it is interfering with my ability to remove you. Do so and I will transport you to one of our science labs to be fitted with a Transect device. Standby.”
If Meta drops the interference around his vessel, he would be instantly teleported to a science lab on board one of the Quatis fleet’s vessels. When he arrives he will be facing a young lady. She doesn’t look a day over twenty. She is extremely pretty with shoulder length brown hair and translucent blue eyes, near unblemished skin, and the warmest yet somehow naïve smile to welcome him.
“I’m science officer Sahmi Gavon tells.” She introduced herself. “I’ve been given orders from Palin to adapt a Transect to your Armor.” Her smile broadens as her eyes browse the suit that Meta is wearing. “We normally fit them to the left sleeve for easy access, but if there is a better point of application please feel free to designate your preference.” After giving Meta time to reply, she adds; “Palin didn’t tell me what all this is about, just that you’ve got a job to do for him. I don’t like being left in the dark, but I guess that comes with being a subordinate officer like myself, right?”
Meanwhile in the cell block on The Tempest, Rufus accepts the light from the ASP then rests in his seat, inhaling a deep toke as his eyes narrow heavily.
“That’s what I’m talking about right there….” He says, holding out the joint for the ASP to take; “Be my guest, electronical dude.”
@jorcool
The Khaganate turn to move away from the alien race they have encountered, but their fleet doesn’t retreat for long. While Vice Admiral Jens turns his attention to the Khan, every ship in the fleet come to a sudden halt. Something has dampened their propulsion. They are dead in the water. Source unknown.
Several minutes pass, likely time enough for Jens to speak his piece to the Khan, when a single person from each vessel within the Khaganate fleet inexplicably disappear. No warning is given. No sound is made. Each of these people are military officers, yet their ranks were varied and seemingly chosen at random. At the very moment that these officers disappear, every system in every ship and in any room or on any person equipped with a functional audio communication device of any kind, receives a transmission. The message is sudden and abrupt and composed of a quick succession of high-pitched, spasmodic clicking sounds that last for several seconds. Maybe it is a language of some kind, one the Khaganate will need to decipher.
Meanwhile, in the canteen where the surveillance of the room has been restored to normal, Fanny seems rather content as she finishes her beer and consumed the remaining food on her tray.
@Quote5
Ernest Jr. Escorted by the two drones alongside, enter the massive cave opening and follow a massive stone passage for many meters before coming to a giant iron-like door that opens upon their arrival. Beyond the door the three of them descend upon an iron-like platform deep beneath the planet for what seems like a journey of several miles before stopping. Another iron door opens to allow them access to yet another passage of stone. The walls of this passage are beautifully carved with hieroglyphic art depicting the Otomigus history, which may seem no more than that of random context to Ernest Jr. the journey continues for near 100 meters before the three individuals arrive at yet another set of black colored doors that must have reached a hundred meters in height. These doors also opened upon their approach.
When Ernest Junior enters through the doors in the company of the two drones, he will see a massive cavern, big enough to house King Kong and his family. The cavern is dome shaped, the outer floor of which is lined with hundreds of Otom Drones dressed in deep-green robes. At the center of the cavern, and what may seem mind boggling to Ernest, stands a monstrous 70 meter tall ant-like winged entity staring down at Ernest Junior as the doors to the chamber closes shut with a loud thud. The titanic creature is adorned in royal purple robe lined with gold. It has the sum of 13 eyes and a mouth framed by serrated mandibles.
The massive ant-like creature then spreads the mandibles on its face to speak. Its words are like thunder and shake the very foundation of the caverns structure:
“I AM QUEEN AVIKA OF THE OTOM!” She paused. “WELCOME TO MY FAMILY.” Pause. “STATE YOUR NAME AND REASON FOR BEING IN THE SPACE OF MY CHILDREN!!”
Rufus is practically spellbound watching Ramrod take of the joint, a peculiar yet admirable smile distorting his face as he watches the little dude get stone.
As Ramrod feels the effect of pot in his system, he realizes it isn’t like alcohol. The effects are much more mellow, causing him to relax and feel at ease, if not a little generally paranoid about, well, everything. But at the same time it opened up areas of his mind that aren’t usually being used. He would now be seeing everything in a different light; mathematical equations, perspectives etc. are all seen in a brand new way, opening up a whole new world of creative possibilities and inspiration.
“Oh, my righteous, little dude.” Rufus replies in a slurred yet excited tone. “You are so much my hero right now.” He takes what is left of the jont, despite what he said earlier, and takes another hit, pulling back the smoke as he adds; “Feel free to do what you want here my main man. If you want some food just ask the ship.”
“It is a simple matter of adaptive special harmonics.” Aoa answered Sirens question about the telepathy. My people can show you how to adapt these functions to your own systems for ease of communication.”
Aoa follows Siren through the door she dramatically burst into, not seeming at all perturbed, and then listens to the conversation she has with the factory head, then listens in a modest kind of way as she asks him how he plans to help.
“The Sporn will get to work immediately to assist.” Aoa replies as several more Sporn units appear in the factory.
These units aren’t carrying anything with them, but straight away they approach the unfinished units one by one and get to work, while some of them address any computer consoles in the room, transforming the shape of their fingers to access coding and the like to enhance the manufacturing systems. Meanwhile, large quantities of needed metal and other technological components are beamed into the factory from the Sporn planet to assist with the work at hand.
“If you allow us,” Aoa continues, "we will proceed to download the knowledge of our interaction to your scientists and engineers so they may know of the changes we are making and the procedure we are performing, that you as your own kind can do so the same for yourselves in the future.”
Meanwhile, Lars and Gamma appear together within the massive Sporn Planet. Their position of arrival will be elaborated on later.
@Uncle Spanky
Sam is soon surrounded by an army of troops all dressed in heavy environmental suits. They set a perimeter about the crashed vessel, each of the hundred soldiers armed with a rifle. As they take their position the voice from the hovering helicopter is heard once again:
“Defuse.”
Upon instruction, four of the surrounding troops, one from the north, south, east and west, fire their rifles. What they fire are bolts of electricity designed to penetrate the toughest of armor and deliver a bolt of electricity enough to kill any man or at least disable any type of electronic entity. SAM is hit by all four attacks. He is rendered inoperable.
An unknown time later, SAM regains consciousness. He reboots and finds himself at the center of a large room. The walls of the room are made of steel, reminiscent of an underground chamber and he is surrounded by all manner of busy humanoids. The place looks like a laboratory with electronic stations of various alienated descriptions and function. SAM himself is naked, restrained within a metal cage measuring 5X5 meters. At the outer edges of his confines several workers dressed in lab coats have gathered, one of which immediately ask him a question:
“State your origin and reason for infiltrating our planet!”
@Doc Doctor
Fanny appeared to go through some changes while Donny was talking. Her youthful, attractive face became staunch, while the life behind her eyes became reminiscent of an ancient stone monument. When he finished speaking, her hoary glare fixed upon Donny.
“Creation doesn’t bargain with the creator.” As she started speaking that statement, everything in the strip club began to slow down; the music, the people, the flashing lights. Except Donny and Fanny, it all slowed to a complete stop by time she completed the statement. Now, with the entire room utterly frozen in a moment in time, she paused before continuing: “The girl you bludgeoned, she lives, but the unborn child inside her didn’t make it, Donny.” In the finishing of this sentence, the entity Donny met in his quarters earlier appeared in the room. With their empty eye sockets and their pale skin, still dressed in their black ghostly attire, they proceeded to perform a strangely slow hula-like dance on stage among the transfixed strippers.
“But I can’t blame you for the atrocities you commit.” Fanny went on to say. “You are what you are. Ignorance doesn’t know of its ignorance until it’s been shown otherwise.” The glass of milk situated on the table between them began to vibrate as its contents turned to blood. Within the blood appeared a small, humanoid fetus, bobbing in the blood like a testament to Donny’s indiscretion. “I gave permission to my darkness, Haney, to remove the stain of the Quatis from my universe….” She continued, directing her eyes to the dancing entity on stage for a moment; “Yet some were spared for the sake of repentance. So this is what I’ll say for now,” She paused; “Remove the stain of Dino from my universe without damaging innocent life, and I will place Pycin in your very lap.”
At this point Donny will find, if he attempts to leave, that his transect device does not work. He will find there is nowhere to go until the conversation has ended.
@Dartbored Fairy
Boris puts away his notebook while the little miss is chatting and munching on cookies. She sure did seem weird, but Boris didn't mind at all, he'd seen lots and lots of weirdo's in his life.
A clap of thunder shook the town as Boris then looked down the road to the cart the girl was pointing at, then swiping a big wad of water fall from his face he agreed to do fetch her cart with a big nod.
"I sure will get your cart, little miss, no problem there. Boris once rolled a whole boulder off a flat a man..." He thinks for a moment, wondering if that was the best example he could have used. "That man isn't alive anymore, though. But don't you worry," He assured her as he walked off down the road; "You will soon see that you can trust Boris a lot."
Boris had no problem with the cart. Most men would have struggled at least a little with the weight of the sacks and boxes on board, but not Boris. He lifted the arms of that cart like it were nothing more than child's toy cart and wheeled it right on up the road for her. He even used one hand at one point, just so he could wipe some more rain from his face and give the little miss a smile as he approached.
Letting the cart down in front of her, Boris looked chuffed as a pig in all sorts of mud, smiling broad and happy with his effort, saying, "Well little miss, as you can very well see, I sure can be trusted, so if you don't mind at all I sure would like some help finding the bad people who hurt that little invisible Miss's private parts." Boris thought really hard for another moment, biting his lip and even giving his wet head a good scratch before adding; "And if it's okay with you at all, I sure would like to know your name. I like to know the name of all the people who help Boris." He holds out his hand for her to greet him formally. "My name is Boris... Some people used to call me The Bonecrusher, but that was a long time ago...." He rolled his eyes thoughtfully, not sure if he had told her his name already.
Boris
Boris puts away his notebook while the little miss is chatting and munching on cookies. She sure did seem weird, but Boris didn't mind at all, he'd seen lots and lots of weirdo's in his life.
A clap of thunder shook the town as Boris then looked down the road to the cart the girl was pointing at, then swiping a big wad of water fall from his face he agreed to do fetch her cart with a big nod.
"I sure will get your cart, little miss, no problem there. Boris once rolled a whole boulder off a flat a man..." He thinks for a moment, wondering if that was the best example he could have used. "That man isn't alive anymore, though. But don't you worry," He assured her as he walked off down the road; "You will soon see that you can trust Boris a lot."
Boris had no problem with the cart. Most men would have struggled at least a little with the weight of the sacks and boxes on board, but not Boris. He lifted the arms of that cart like it were nothing more than child's toy cart and wheeled it right on up the road for her. He even used one hand at one point, just so he could wipe some more rain from his face and give the little miss a smile as he approached.
Letting the cart down in front of her, Boris looked chuffed as a pig in all sorts of mud, smiling broad and happy with his effort, saying, "Well little miss, as you can very well see, I sure can be trusted, so if you don't mind at all I sure would like some help finding the bad people who hurt that little invisible Miss's private parts." Boris thought really hard for another moment, biting his lip and even giving his wet head a good scratch before adding; "And if it's okay with you at all, I sure would like to know your name. I like to know the name of all the people who help Boris." He holds out his hand for her to greet him formally. "My name is Boris... Some people used to call me The Bonecrusher, but that was a long time ago...." He rolled his eyes thoughtfully, not sure if he had told her his name already.
@Zyngard@Dartbored Fairy@Doc Doctor@Metatrooper
Dino watches the video Donny was kind enough to share, then reads his text message. Had anyone been watching, they would have found a disturbing defiance in his lack of emotional response. His expression was impassive and unwavering. He then takes a moment before cussing under his breath, then speaks to Pippa again:
"Open a channel to my daughter."
"Which one, Dino?" Pippa asks.
Dino raises a brow; "You're calling me by my name now, Pip?"
"Under the circumstances, yes."
He gives a light chuckle. "I like you too." He then Tells Pippa which daughter he wants to be connected to.
"By the way, Dino." She informs casually. "It seems like our local bounty hunter has raised a jamming field. No more spying until I find a way to break the block."
"A sensor jammer, huh? You know what...." Dino tells her. "That's actually not a bad idea."
"Agreed." she says, "Putting you through to your daughter now."
"Thanks." He says. "And while I'm chatting with her, send a text message to our polite friend, Donny, would ya? Say... 'Your wish is my command.'"
Down in Phantom point station, Cas seemed disturbed, yet a little amused when he sees the gun Cuna had selected from the DGS. He was about to make a comment about it but was stopped by an alert on his transect device. He reads the message that came with the alert. His expression becomes gravely pensive. Shard receives an alert at the same time and sighs tiresomely as she reads the message. The two officers regard each other with mutual understanding before Case turns to Cuna, Pirila, Hida and takes Mili in his arms to carry her in a cradled fashion.
"Wandering sounds good." He replies Hida. "Stay close to me and Shard." He then tells the group, sounding more commanding than his usual tone as he is walking towards the door of the Station. At the same time, Shard is typing in commands to her Transect devise. Once close to the door, shard sends a quick message to someone on the other end using her transect devise, saying:
"Good to go."
When the group arrives outside, Cas lies Mili on the ground and looks at Pirila. “Walking is gonna be a whole lot easier with your friend awake. I think it’s time to use your new tool.”
Donny is hunting for his next victim in a Quatis Strip Club called Raunch, on Board the Civilian Ship Polarity. There is a wide range of ethnic classes that gather in the Raunch, so Donny won’t have a problem choosing the type of gal that seems just right for his cause. He's learned to blend in well, fitting in nicely and watching the hookers on stage when he receives an alert on his transect device, supposedly from Dino. The message that came with the alert reads as follows:
After receiving the message, Donny hears a female voice coming from the table beside him. He would recognize the voice of that belonging to Fanny May.
"I really like that one." Fanny says, then takes a sip of beer while using her free hand to point at a dark skinned girl on stage. She puts the beer down on the table next a full glass of milk. "She's hot, right? I bet her chocolate tentacles are to die for. Or maybe something less exotic would suit your taste, Donny?" She regards the milk, and adds with a cheeky smirk; "I figured milk would be more to your taste, since you don't like to drink on the job. Take a seat, Donny, let's have a chat. We still have several minutes left to kill before Dino takes his clothes off for you."
Meanwhile, a message is received by the Tempest from the DGS. The message is sent on a complex subspace algorithm frequency designed to bypass communication inhibiting technologies:
"I am Pippa." Says a female voice. "Since Admiral Gavon is busy preparing for date night with one of his many stalkers, I will be taking on communication efforts. This channel is open for your convenience if you so choose to relay any information to the Admiral at any time."
In the cell block, Rufus relieves himself in the bathroom and then heads back to his cell to roll a joint. Unfortunately, the lighter he pulls from his pocket isn't working. He gives it a few shakes to try and get a flame from it, but seems to be out of gas. He gives a shy look the Instigator and ASP, asking kindly;
"Either of you two dudes have a light?"
@Quote5
Ernest may be surprised to find that Ernest Junior is back in working order again. Ernest’s systems also appear to be instantaneously updated to permanently incorporate the bots systems to maintain its separate designation for future use. More than this, as Ernest finishes sending the message to the Otomigus Advocate - and probably somewhat defying what he just told them - Fanny’s ship appears out in space with Ernest junior on board. Although Ernest is aware of Ernest Jr. being on board Fanny May’s ship, Ernest Junior picks up no readings or visual image on the interior of the ship. Everything seems to be completely dark inside.
Ernest however doesn’t receive a message back from the Otomigus Advocate, instead a convoy of ten Otomigus Vessels appear surrounding Fanny’s Ship. The Convoy escorts Fanny’s ship to the surface. Once landed, the darkness opens by way of a doorway for Ernest Junior to exit the vessel.
Ernest Junior is on a massive landing platform. Two rows of Otomigus soldiers have formed a path for Ernest Jr. to follow. The path is fifty meters long and leads to an entrance in the side of a mountain. The entrance into the mountain is a thirty meter arch, and looks like nothing more than a natural rock formation.
The Otomigus Soldiers are drones. They each stand roughly the same height, about eight feet tall. They don’t wear clothing, but no sexual organs can be seen. They don’t have skin, per say, but a hard, beige exoskeleton. Their eyes are large and black. In effect, they look like giant ants standing upright on four hind legs. Their two arms are holding bio rifles in a non-threatening pose across the broad plating of their thorax region. None of them say a word to Ernest Jr.
The drones turn to look at him and wait for him to proceed towards the massive cave entrance. Two of the drones, however, break away from the lines and join Ernest Jr. They walk on either side of him, as they have obviously been allocated as personal escorts.
“Laugh out loud, little dude!” Rufus replied. “Drunk and stoned aren’t the same things at all. Man, I think this is a good time to get know each other, don’t you?”
“I have absolutely no idea what is happening or how I’m floating in mid-air!” Hank replies happily. “But it sure is fun!”
Rufus takes a seat on one of the holographic chairs, then takes a joint from his pocket and lights it up. He has several tokes on the joint before handing it over to Ramrod. “Finish that off my little friend. I personally don’t like getting drunk, but I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised by what a little pot can do for ya. So you’re a plush engineer or some crazy shit like that, huh? This day just keeps getting more and more trippy.”
Once Siren finishes her speech, she receives some more information. The message is received by her internal computerized circuitry. It’s a message from Aoa, who has apparently opened the technological equivalent of a telepathic link:
”Inform your people the following recommendations.” He tells her. “Each of our people on board your vessel can serve as conduits to our planet. If any of your people wish to visit our world, they need only approach the nearest Sporn representative and request transportation. Your people will find our own people hospitable.”
If Siren then adds that part to her speech, Aoa will approach her, saying kindly;
“Escort me to your unfinished units. Once we are there I will initiate a team of workers to help you complete their structures.”
Dino watches the video Donny was kind enough to share, then reads his text message. Had anyone been watching, they would have found a disturbing defiance in his lack of emotional response. His expression was impassive and unwavering. He then takes a moment before cussing under his breath, then speaks to Pippa again:
"Open a channel to my daughter."
"Which one, Dino?" Pippa asks.
Dino raises a brow; "You're calling me by my name now, Pip?"
"Under the circumstances, yes."
He gives a light chuckle. "I like you too." He then Tells Pippa which daughter he wants to be connected to.
"By the way, Dino." She informs casually. "It seems like our local bounty hunter has raised a jamming field. No more spying until I find a way to break the block."
"A sensor jammer, huh? You know what...." Dino tells her. "That's actually not a bad idea."
"Agreed." she says, "Putting you through to your daughter now."
"Thanks." He says. "And while I'm chatting with her, send a text message to our polite friend, Donny, would ya? Say... 'Your wish is my command.'"
Down in Phantom point station, Cas seemed disturbed, yet a little amused when he sees the gun Cuna had selected from the DGS. He was about to make a comment about it but was stopped by an alert on his transect device. He reads the message that came with the alert. His expression becomes gravely pensive. Shard receives an alert at the same time and sighs tiresomely as she reads the message. The two officers regard each other with mutual understanding before Case turns to Cuna, Pirila, Hida and takes Mili in his arms to carry her in a cradled fashion.
"Wandering sounds good." He replies Hida. "Stay close to me and Shard." He then tells the group, sounding more commanding than his usual tone as he is walking towards the door of the Station. At the same time, Shard is typing in commands to her Transect devise. Once close to the door, shard sends a quick message to someone on the other end using her transect devise, saying:
"Good to go."
When the group arrives outside, Cas lies Mili on the ground and looks at Pirila. “Walking is gonna be a whole lot easier with your friend awake. I think it’s time to use your new tool.”
Donny is hunting for his next victim in a Quatis Strip Club called Raunch, on Board the Civilian Ship Polarity. There is a wide range of ethnic classes that gather in the Raunch, so Donny won’t have a problem choosing the type of gal that seems just right for his cause. He's learned to blend in well, fitting in nicely and watching the hookers on stage when he receives an alert on his transect device, supposedly from Dino. The message that came with the alert reads as follows:
Anything you say, sweetheart. Don't forget the lube.
After receiving the message, Donny hears a female voice coming from the table beside him. He would recognize the voice of that belonging to Fanny May.
"I really like that one." Fanny says, then takes a sip of beer while using her free hand to point at a dark skinned girl on stage. She puts the beer down on the table next a full glass of milk. "She's hot, right? I bet her chocolate tentacles are to die for. Or maybe something less exotic would suit your taste, Donny?" She regards the milk, and adds with a cheeky smirk; "I figured milk would be more to your taste, since you don't like to drink on the job. Take a seat, Donny, let's have a chat. We still have several minutes left to kill before Dino takes his clothes off for you."
Meanwhile, a message is received by the Tempest from the DGS. The message is sent on a complex subspace algorithm frequency designed to bypass communication inhibiting technologies:
"I am Pippa." Says a female voice. "Since Admiral Gavon is busy preparing for date night with one of his many stalkers, I will be taking on communication efforts. This channel is open for your convenience if you so choose to relay any information to the Admiral at any time."
....
In the cell block, Rufus relieves himself in the bathroom and then heads back to his cell to roll a joint. Unfortunately, the lighter he pulls from his pocket isn't working. He gives it a few shakes to try and get a flame from it, but seems to be out of gas. He gives a shy look the Instigator and ASP, asking kindly;
"Either of you two dudes have a light?"
@Quote5
Ernest may be surprised to find that Ernest Junior is back in working order again. Ernest’s systems also appear to be instantaneously updated to permanently incorporate the bots systems to maintain its separate designation for future use. More than this, as Ernest finishes sending the message to the Otomigus Advocate - and probably somewhat defying what he just told them - Fanny’s ship appears out in space with Ernest junior on board. Although Ernest is aware of Ernest Jr. being on board Fanny May’s ship, Ernest Junior picks up no readings or visual image on the interior of the ship. Everything seems to be completely dark inside.
Ernest however doesn’t receive a message back from the Otomigus Advocate, instead a convoy of ten Otomigus Vessels appear surrounding Fanny’s Ship. The Convoy escorts Fanny’s ship to the surface. Once landed, the darkness opens by way of a doorway for Ernest Junior to exit the vessel.
Ernest Junior is on a massive landing platform. Two rows of Otomigus soldiers have formed a path for Ernest Jr. to follow. The path is fifty meters long and leads to an entrance in the side of a mountain. The entrance into the mountain is a thirty meter arch, and looks like nothing more than a natural rock formation.
The Otomigus Soldiers are drones. They each stand roughly the same height, about eight feet tall. They don’t wear clothing, but no sexual organs can be seen. They don’t have skin, per say, but a hard, beige exoskeleton. Their eyes are large and black. In effect, they look like giant ants standing upright on four hind legs. Their two arms are holding bio rifles in a non-threatening pose across the broad plating of their thorax region. None of them say a word to Ernest Jr.
The drones turn to look at him and wait for him to proceed towards the massive cave entrance. Two of the drones, however, break away from the lines and join Ernest Jr. They walk on either side of him, as they have obviously been allocated as personal escorts.
“Laugh out loud, little dude!” Rufus replied. “Drunk and stoned aren’t the same things at all. Man, I think this is a good time to get know each other, don’t you?”
“I have absolutely no idea what is happening or how I’m floating in mid-air!” Hank replies happily. “But it sure is fun!”
Rufus takes a seat on one of the holographic chairs, then takes a joint from his pocket and lights it up. He has several tokes on the joint before handing it over to Ramrod. “Finish that off my little friend. I personally don’t like getting drunk, but I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised by what a little pot can do for ya. So you’re a plush engineer or some crazy shit like that, huh? This day just keeps getting more and more trippy.”
Once Siren finishes her speech, she receives some more information. The message is received by her internal computerized circuitry. It’s a message from Aoa, who has apparently opened the technological equivalent of a telepathic link:
”Inform your people the following recommendations.” He tells her. “Each of our people on board your vessel can serve as conduits to our planet. If any of your people wish to visit our world, they need only approach the nearest Sporn representative and request transportation. Your people will find our own people hospitable.”
If Siren then adds that part to her speech, Aoa will approach her, saying kindly;
“Escort me to your unfinished units. Once we are there I will initiate a team of workers to help you complete their structures.”
@Doc Doctor@Metatrooper
"Dude! I don't need you to drop me off on a planet." Rufus calls out as Meta walks away. "I have my own ship... well it's sort of mine... I guess. If I can figure out how to get back there. Hey, can you check if it's still there?"
"What's my life to me, son?" Dino replies to Meta, his voice broken by laughter. "I'd say the same yours is to you. Let us both hope your bounty hunting skills are sharper than that tongue of yours."
Dino is watching Meta, most likely by way the scanners on Dino's own ship that are following Meta's movements. Dino's surveillance is made clear when Meta enters the armory, only to receive another message from Dino:
"Nice man cave. Does it make you feel vital? You really think you're a worthy opponent for a man of my years and training, son? How about you quit while you ca -"
Dino's voice is cut off from unknown circumstances.
"What in the fuck just happened?" Dino turns in his seat at the helm as the ship shakes just a little, directing his question at Pippa.
Readouts roll up one of the monitors, displaying detailed telemetry of a another nearby Quatis Shuttle and the flyer that had recently disembarked that shuttle.
"I apologize, Admiral." Pippa informs him. "I didn't want to interrupt your conversation with the Bounty Hunter. We were hit by one of our own disruptors."
"My old friend, Donny?" Dino chuckles while reading over the specs. "Looks like he was planning a light speed hit and run." He raises a brow, in part impressed, in part amused. "Would have been smart if it wasn't so damn stupid. But now that question is answered, isn't it, Pippa?"
"It is, Admiral." Pippa confirms. "Would seem that your old friend Donny has also been hired to kill you."
"Quite the shame." Dino rubs his chin and thinks on the matter. "I was hoping for a hand at Poker with the man." He reads through a few more specs that Pippa was showing him on the monitor, and adds; "He's teleported back to the Egress, civilian sector. Smart. Nothing like a primates hostage resolve for a primitive coward." He smirks.
Dino sits back for a moment, thinking a few more moments on the situation.
"Keep tabs on Meta's activity, and take over any further communications with that comedian." He orders Pippa. "And open a secured communication link to our neanderthal friend."
"Understood, Admiral. Link open."
Donny didn't get a response from the Grand Minister. In fact, it looks like the Grand Minister deliberately and rudely severed the link when Donny attempted to open a channel to him. Maybe the Minister wasn't happy with Donny's efforts thus far. Still, as soon as the link was severed, Donny would see another secured channel open up on his Transect device. Source, The DGS:
"Let's swap numbers, shall we?" Donny hears Dino's voice. "I hereby allow you to contact me on this frequency any time you want, my primitive friend." Dino pauses before continuing. "I see you're a big boy now, Donny, although I wouldn't be handing you a licence any time soon. But it was an impressive effort none the less." He clears his throat sarcastically. "In any case, since you're all grown up and think you're real people now, what do you say about dropping the sad and pathetic I'll-go-ahead-and-take-hostage-if-I-have-to routine and we settle this like real men? If you're not open to a good old fashioned game of cards, I've set up a little jungle arena. You've ever been on a big boy hunt, Donny?"
@Oh no my soup
The tree was shocked over Magnus’s reaction, and he didn’t take lightly to the accusations about his daughter. The entity formally known as Fanny also backed off a little when Magnus said these things, whistling casually as she ascended to a higher orbit.
“I Resent those accusation!” The tree stepped back, though appeared a little nervous. “My daughter is hardly a million years old, she doesn’t know the meaning of sexual harassment! Now just hold on one minute….” He looked at the O’Brian’s and obese lady before taking his sights back to Magnus with a highly questionable glare. “…I understand you are probably upset about my own accusations. But I must look out for my daughters best interests.” His voice becomes a little nervous. “Still… how dare you! Why, I can’t even remember the last time someone was so bold as to challenge my authority in this way. But I will not stand here and be insulted by a mere mortals clever ploy! NEVER!” He settles his tone a little, clearing his throat as one of his limbs give a little scratch to his barked chin; “Besides, I already have a partner. And believe you me, young man, she would be none too happy if I chose a second. She’s a real bitch like that. Nevertheless, under the current circumstance, I’m willing to let you off the hook just this once – but under certain conditions!”
The tree then shakes a few of its leaves at the O’Brian’s and obese lady who instantly disappear.
“From now on,” He explains the conditions to Magnus; “you will have no further contact with my daughter in any way. If she attempts to contact you, you will do the decent think and tell her to leave. You will avoid her at all cost. Do you understand me? I know this will be hard to do, since she is the hottest damn thing I’ve ever conceived, but failure to abide this condition will result in you spending the rest of your life in a galactic Orlong prison sharing a cell with a large, overly sweaty man named Clunker, who will likely make you his little bitch. Do you understand?”
His daughter, still in low orbit about cloud level, sheds a tear as she overhears her father’s words. The saltwater tear has the diameter of a football field as it drops fast towards Magnus, his ship, and the tree.
“Oh, stop your crying, child!” The tree yells up at her. “You know I don’t like a cry baby!” He then turns into a swarm of bees and flies away before the titanic tear strikes down…..
@Quote5
Rufus turns to Ramrod as they exit the room and stoops down to shake his plush hand.
“Ramrod, pleased to meet ya my little dude! Thanks for saving my life back there. Rufus owes you one.” Standing straight again, Rufus walks farther into the next room. It’s a strange looking place, maybe a bridge of some sort with floating holographic, semi-transparent consoles, controls and various holographic displays of places throughout the universe. “And this is my ship, little man – Well, to be honest, Ram man, it isn’t really mine. I think I might have inadvertently stolen it. You see…” He looks down at the plush cat; “There I was in my room getting stoned and playing Skyrim. The next thing I know there’s some weird-ass looking hole in the air. A portal I assumed. But you know, Rufus has always been a little on the curious side, so I stepped into the portal and came out the other side on this ship. But dude…”
Rufus slaps his head as if trying to get water out of ear or something, and says;
“As soon as I arrived it was like something entered my head. It’s like a voice, but it isn’t. I think this ship has a consciousness or something, and it joined with my own brain. I feel like it might own me now….” He looks at Ramrod Scared. “I think it’s reading my every thought.”
Just then, Hank speaks up. He is floating in the air beside the other holographic displays and looking good as new:
“Ramrod!” He calls out happy. “ – I’m so glad to see you again. Are you okay? I may have been injured but I’m okay now! But the whole time I was hurt all I could do was think about you. I was worried sick!”
“As you wish,” Aoa replies.
He follows Siren patiently out to the front door of the capitol where many of the other Sporn gather to meet with R-Core that had been invited. They wait in silence for the formal welcome.
Ernest follows 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 eventually arrives at a large planet with all manner of ecosystems.
Once in orbit of the giant planet, Ernest is surrounded by a welcoming committee of nearly one hundred bio ships. After they take up a web-like positioning around Ernest, he receives another transmission form the planet:
“I am Queen Avika’s Advocate. You have been summoned to meet with our Queen. Choose a representative and have them board a shuttle. Launch the shuttle when you are ready. This shuttle will be escorted to the surface. Our Queen looks forward to making your acquaintance.”
@CmdrAlfieq
There is a long pause before The Kradam Reply. When they do reply, their tone is calm but staunch:
“You request too much information. You are not yet our allies. Nevertheless, We will provide you with substance to our cause. The Otomigus occupy their own Expanse. They are native to their realm. Their existence however is hindering our own expansion. They need to be eliminated. We need their space. They are an inferior life form. They will be destroyed with or without your assistance. However, if you choose to accept our offer, we will grant you a small planet within the Otomigus expanse at the end of the war. The planet will accommodate your people and supply you with an abundance of natural commodities until such a time that you can successfully leave our Domain. We will not be hindered by your presence indefinitely.
Respond.”
The Cell Block
"Dude! I don't need you to drop me off on a planet." Rufus calls out as Meta walks away. "I have my own ship... well it's sort of mine... I guess. If I can figure out how to get back there. Hey, can you check if it's still there?"
….
"What's my life to me, son?" Dino replies to Meta, his voice broken by laughter. "I'd say the same yours is to you. Let us both hope your bounty hunting skills are sharper than that tongue of yours."
Dino is watching Meta, most likely by way the scanners on Dino's own ship that are following Meta's movements. Dino's surveillance is made clear when Meta enters the armory, only to receive another message from Dino:
"Nice man cave. Does it make you feel vital? You really think you're a worthy opponent for a man of my years and training, son? How about you quit while you ca -"
Dino's voice is cut off from unknown circumstances.
On The DGS (Pippa)
"What in the fuck just happened?" Dino turns in his seat at the helm as the ship shakes just a little, directing his question at Pippa.
Readouts roll up one of the monitors, displaying detailed telemetry of a another nearby Quatis Shuttle and the flyer that had recently disembarked that shuttle.
"I apologize, Admiral." Pippa informs him. "I didn't want to interrupt your conversation with the Bounty Hunter. We were hit by one of our own disruptors."
"My old friend, Donny?" Dino chuckles while reading over the specs. "Looks like he was planning a light speed hit and run." He raises a brow, in part impressed, in part amused. "Would have been smart if it wasn't so damn stupid. But now that question is answered, isn't it, Pippa?"
"It is, Admiral." Pippa confirms. "Would seem that your old friend Donny has also been hired to kill you."
"Quite the shame." Dino rubs his chin and thinks on the matter. "I was hoping for a hand at Poker with the man." He reads through a few more specs that Pippa was showing him on the monitor, and adds; "He's teleported back to the Egress, civilian sector. Smart. Nothing like a primates hostage resolve for a primitive coward." He smirks.
Dino sits back for a moment, thinking a few more moments on the situation.
"Keep tabs on Meta's activity, and take over any further communications with that comedian." He orders Pippa. "And open a secured communication link to our neanderthal friend."
"Understood, Admiral. Link open."
Civilian Sector. The Egress
Donny didn't get a response from the Grand Minister. In fact, it looks like the Grand Minister deliberately and rudely severed the link when Donny attempted to open a channel to him. Maybe the Minister wasn't happy with Donny's efforts thus far. Still, as soon as the link was severed, Donny would see another secured channel open up on his Transect device. Source, The DGS:
"Let's swap numbers, shall we?" Donny hears Dino's voice. "I hereby allow you to contact me on this frequency any time you want, my primitive friend." Dino pauses before continuing. "I see you're a big boy now, Donny, although I wouldn't be handing you a licence any time soon. But it was an impressive effort none the less." He clears his throat sarcastically. "In any case, since you're all grown up and think you're real people now, what do you say about dropping the sad and pathetic I'll-go-ahead-and-take-hostage-if-I-have-to routine and we settle this like real men? If you're not open to a good old fashioned game of cards, I've set up a little jungle arena. You've ever been on a big boy hunt, Donny?"
@Oh no my soup
The tree was shocked over Magnus’s reaction, and he didn’t take lightly to the accusations about his daughter. The entity formally known as Fanny also backed off a little when Magnus said these things, whistling casually as she ascended to a higher orbit.
“I Resent those accusation!” The tree stepped back, though appeared a little nervous. “My daughter is hardly a million years old, she doesn’t know the meaning of sexual harassment! Now just hold on one minute….” He looked at the O’Brian’s and obese lady before taking his sights back to Magnus with a highly questionable glare. “…I understand you are probably upset about my own accusations. But I must look out for my daughters best interests.” His voice becomes a little nervous. “Still… how dare you! Why, I can’t even remember the last time someone was so bold as to challenge my authority in this way. But I will not stand here and be insulted by a mere mortals clever ploy! NEVER!” He settles his tone a little, clearing his throat as one of his limbs give a little scratch to his barked chin; “Besides, I already have a partner. And believe you me, young man, she would be none too happy if I chose a second. She’s a real bitch like that. Nevertheless, under the current circumstance, I’m willing to let you off the hook just this once – but under certain conditions!”
The tree then shakes a few of its leaves at the O’Brian’s and obese lady who instantly disappear.
“From now on,” He explains the conditions to Magnus; “you will have no further contact with my daughter in any way. If she attempts to contact you, you will do the decent think and tell her to leave. You will avoid her at all cost. Do you understand me? I know this will be hard to do, since she is the hottest damn thing I’ve ever conceived, but failure to abide this condition will result in you spending the rest of your life in a galactic Orlong prison sharing a cell with a large, overly sweaty man named Clunker, who will likely make you his little bitch. Do you understand?”
His daughter, still in low orbit about cloud level, sheds a tear as she overhears her father’s words. The saltwater tear has the diameter of a football field as it drops fast towards Magnus, his ship, and the tree.
“Oh, stop your crying, child!” The tree yells up at her. “You know I don’t like a cry baby!” He then turns into a swarm of bees and flies away before the titanic tear strikes down…..
@Quote5
Rufus turns to Ramrod as they exit the room and stoops down to shake his plush hand.
“Ramrod, pleased to meet ya my little dude! Thanks for saving my life back there. Rufus owes you one.” Standing straight again, Rufus walks farther into the next room. It’s a strange looking place, maybe a bridge of some sort with floating holographic, semi-transparent consoles, controls and various holographic displays of places throughout the universe. “And this is my ship, little man – Well, to be honest, Ram man, it isn’t really mine. I think I might have inadvertently stolen it. You see…” He looks down at the plush cat; “There I was in my room getting stoned and playing Skyrim. The next thing I know there’s some weird-ass looking hole in the air. A portal I assumed. But you know, Rufus has always been a little on the curious side, so I stepped into the portal and came out the other side on this ship. But dude…”
Rufus slaps his head as if trying to get water out of ear or something, and says;
“As soon as I arrived it was like something entered my head. It’s like a voice, but it isn’t. I think this ship has a consciousness or something, and it joined with my own brain. I feel like it might own me now….” He looks at Ramrod Scared. “I think it’s reading my every thought.”
Just then, Hank speaks up. He is floating in the air beside the other holographic displays and looking good as new:
“Ramrod!” He calls out happy. “ – I’m so glad to see you again. Are you okay? I may have been injured but I’m okay now! But the whole time I was hurt all I could do was think about you. I was worried sick!”
“As you wish,” Aoa replies.
He follows Siren patiently out to the front door of the capitol where many of the other Sporn gather to meet with R-Core that had been invited. They wait in silence for the formal welcome.
Ernest follows 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 eventually arrives at a large planet with all manner of ecosystems.
Once in orbit of the giant planet, Ernest is surrounded by a welcoming committee of nearly one hundred bio ships. After they take up a web-like positioning around Ernest, he receives another transmission form the planet:
“I am Queen Avika’s Advocate. You have been summoned to meet with our Queen. Choose a representative and have them board a shuttle. Launch the shuttle when you are ready. This shuttle will be escorted to the surface. Our Queen looks forward to making your acquaintance.”
@CmdrAlfieq
There is a long pause before The Kradam Reply. When they do reply, their tone is calm but staunch:
“You request too much information. You are not yet our allies. Nevertheless, We will provide you with substance to our cause. The Otomigus occupy their own Expanse. They are native to their realm. Their existence however is hindering our own expansion. They need to be eliminated. We need their space. They are an inferior life form. They will be destroyed with or without your assistance. However, if you choose to accept our offer, we will grant you a small planet within the Otomigus expanse at the end of the war. The planet will accommodate your people and supply you with an abundance of natural commodities until such a time that you can successfully leave our Domain. We will not be hindered by your presence indefinitely.
Respond.”
@HaleyTheRandom
There is another one I know of offhand, but it's way too dark. I wouldn't even use it myself. If I mentioned it here it would likely start a riot.
There is another one I know of offhand, but it's way too dark. I wouldn't even use it myself. If I mentioned it here it would likely start a riot.
<Snipped quote by Hokum>
I'm RPG's cookie queen.
Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you too.
Role playing Candace working at a sperm bank with cookies on offer. I feel like the honor is mine XD
Some people are into public displays of affection. I'm not. I'm the guy who sees anything more than a hug or hand-holding and wants to bash them in the face with a brick. Repeatedly.
When public displays of animosity are preferred over public displays of affection.
I am exceptionally influenced by music, exposure to which can change my mood and demeanor in short order. As such, I need avoid certain genres unless I wish to feel a particular way; even just overhearing them in proximity can sway me. As such, it is entirely true music can soothe the savage beast, although in the reverse it can provoke an unneeded sense of aimless hostility or anxiety, just as it can evoke blinding nostalgia or lament. My relationship with music as a result of this is particularly mixed.
I'll just take a stab in the dark here and say this likely sums it up for most people. Music.
I once answered the phone as Candace from West Side Sperm Bank. That tellemarketer never called back .
I once answered; "City morgue. You kill em, we'll chill em."
I can't recall the reason why I stopped doing that.
(I may have gotten a little carried away with responses and paid no real attention to time stamps. My bad.)
Oh yeah, a fact about myself now. Uhh... For no apparent reason I go long periods without visiting the spam forum. I also like cookies.
Boris
@Dartbored Fairy@Zyngard
"Heh-heh-heh," Boris chuckled and ruffled the little girls hair with his giant hand. He was smiling quite broadly now, maybe a touch goofy, but feeling good that he made the girl happy. He puts the rest of his cookies back in his pack with the now full tin of candy. He heads for the door to leave, but is stopped by a thought and turns back to the girl, suggesting;
"Boris is leaving now, little miss. You can come too if you want to. I don't think this town is safe for little girls, but Boris can protect you from bad people. I know there's bad people around because I saw a little Missy just like you. Some bad people hurt her bad. She was bleeding from her private place a lot. I'm going to find those bad people who hurt that other little girl. They aren't going to be getting even one cookie from Boris - nuh-ah! Not even a crumb."
Boris then gave Kura a hefty reassuring nod and walked out the door. Outside it was still raining, but Boris didn't care at all about that. Water never hurt no one. Sitting on a wall near the shop was yet another little girl. Boris had noticed her before entering the shop but didn't really pay her much mind at all. She was wearing tattered clothes and was holding a black umbrella. She mustn't have liked water at all.
As the rain trickled down his face, Boris bit his lip in an effort to contemplate his options; talk to the girl or not. The more he examined her the more it felt like talking to her might have been a good idea. After all, she wasn't old enough to be a mean girl yet, and she also had cookies. She was eating them from a sack beside her on the wall. People who liked cookies couldn't be that bad.
Boris approached the girl with a half smile, half curious expression, and when close enough stopped to point at her umbrella, which is when he noticed the girl seemed to be trying to keep the rain off the cookies more than she was trying to keep it off herself. He dropped his hand, changing his strain of thought, and said;
"Boris sure does like cookies a lot too. Yours look like they might taste even as good as mine." He thinks some more before adding; "I got my cookies from a headless man and his empty wife. She doesn't have the stomach for cookies anymore." He thinks again, stepping in close to take his notebook from his pack, using her umbrella to shelter the paper from getting wet. He opens up the page to show her the headless man, as well as the message that had been written with blood on the wall. While she's taking a look, Boris continues to explain:
"I also met an invisible little girl. She seemed upset because her private area hurting a lot. Her private area was bleeding too - I think she wants Boris to hurt the bad people that hurt her. She was the one who wrote this message. If you live around here then maybe you know something about everything.... Maybe you can tell Boris how to find those bad people that hurt her. Also..." Boris shifts his eyes around as if suspicious of the whole town, "...I don't think this town is safe for little girls like you. But you do have a nice umbrella, so maybe they'll leave you alone."
Madison
@Dartbored Fairy
Madison's eyes were twitching wildly as she glared at the man and listened to what he had to say. When he finished speaking she snarled and shoved him away from her hard enough to have him land in a forming puddle.
"Who the hell invited the rain?!" She yelled, as she started marching north. She didn't like the rain, water made her uncomfortable and itchy, and it certainly didn't help in keeping her filthy appeal. She soon stopped at a tavern and entered, growling as she shook the rain from her matted hair, spraying her now damp stench on anyone within range.
"What the hell are ya look'n at?" She snarled at the people gawking at her. "Can a woman get a drink around here or what?"
Madison would have to wait out the rain before heading to the mines farther to the north.
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