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Gideon looked over with a mental groan at the other mechanic, the man was downright unflappable in the situation. He looked back at those that were talking and cast glance back to the other potential rival. He stowed his bike to the corner and came back to the fellow grease monkey to talk to him as calmly as he could while waiting for the preacher

"Alright, lets keep this simple, we can't be in there butting heads or else we both going to be stuck on this rock. One of us needs to do the hard work and the other one do the reports. Have you ever done overhauls to a firefly before?"

He had done a lot of work in the war, scrapping and slapping ships parts that were shot down or captured alliance pieces. Of them he had to appreciate purple belly tech, it was all built around like lego blocks. Push it in, pull it out, ultimate efficiency.

"Alright, lets assume for a second everything is (insert chinese here), We have the the two shuttles and the firefly made by the same people who make Dragonflies, her kissing cousin.
After that we got the bumble bee which is the inbred cousin, then yellow-jackets who are the brother from another mother and hornets that look like you from a ways off but aint got nothing to do with you. with Scarabs limping in at the last.

If the reactor is gone, A dragonfly has the same make we can use, but we can cobble together something that will limp with a long range shuttle to take apart or take a huge risk with finding a bumblebee to take apart piece by piece for what we need like a compression coil or the kin. The engine is in the same boat, either a dragonfly for a full replacement or a shuttle for parts. And again for the thrusters.
Hell we can get her just about anywhere for a spell if we scrap both of her shuttled for parts. But i'd rather not kill the babies to feed the momma-bird, she'll know and she'll let us know her displeasure.

Sensor packs we can get from both of those as well as any bumblebee, scarab, or hornet. Same for the whole computer. If the coms are down, then we can get it from anything but the scarab. What do you say?"
Lob's face brightened as the cleric joined them, reaching into his waistline, he rummaged around until he produced the large green glowing rock and held it out for Vaeri's approval. He seemed perplexed by her avoidance of him but then finally his brain noticed the dwarf who was speaking and fidgiting with his kill.

"Who little one?"

He asked of the group while taking u another handful of unattended food but stopping from feeding his maw as he smelled his hand and made a face. He wasn't in the cavern anymore, he didn't need the disguise and now it made him stand out outside of the cave as much as not smelling made him stand out inside the cave.

"...Lob stink."
@knighthawkWell, you'd probably manage to usurp Lily the Scarecrow's place as "Party member most likely to be burned at the stake by angry villagers."

Fair enough, the idea of a fearless halfling in the land of dread would be like pinkie pie in the haunted forest.

I'm can easily do a heavy fighter or an arcane caster, we have clerics druids and paladins already.
All reason screams at me to not bring a dragonlance kender to ravensloft... But it would be soo fun!
Lob grinned from ear to ear, a proud puppy that brought the stick back. But as more questions arose, his head canted to the side slightly and the hellhound hood raised one ear quizzically. He sniffed and snuffed around for a moment before speaking up again as he found jasmine on the wind but it was faded.

Bad meat, sick, sleep. Wake in cave, find that, kill that. Find you, bring you. Smell alpha, alpha sunrise.

Probably more of a conversation than most get from him, he pointed to the east with a big grin and plopped himself on the table while grabbing a potato off a plate and eating it.
Are we able to free post or circle round?
Gideon was hauling heiney through the wide flat expanses, He had mannaged to track down a lead on one of his family members, Deborah was alive and wanted for murder! No one but him would ever be happy to hear that sort of thing but him and he was hooting as he hopped rocks on his mule. While most had something like an AtV for hauling things around, this bitch was his baby, she could reach 500 miles an hour, theoretically. Theoretical in he couldnt find a way to hold on going that fast and road rashing at a hundred was enough for him to rethink his plans, but the theory was sound and the pieces held up to the stress tests.

All the same, then the firefly came fire-balling down he made a change in course and opened her up to try and find any survivors or savage. If the ship survived but the crew didn't, then he had a chance of fixing it up to make it his own! If the crew survived, they would need repairs! Either way is a win for him. He slowed his approach as there was the front door open and two people talking.

"Nihao! Yall look like you need some help! I'll do what I can to sort you out for Five pounds of protein or five battery boxes, whichever you got more to spare."

Greed is easier to believe than good Samaritans so he hoped offering self interest might be a better way to ingratiate himself with whoever is in charge. Fireflies are not luxury pieces, hard working ship for hard workers, hard workers appreciate fair work for fair pay. If he could get in the ship, he could convince them to limp to Boros for real repairs at the Iskellian Shipyards, hell, not even the shipyard, just the junkpiles would be worth the tetnus shots to get hands on stuff in their cast-offs.
@knighthawk tags @Afina So she doesn't have to tag herself... Unless she likes that sort of thing. ;)
Lob followed the smell of fresh air to the entrance of the cavern, He didn't realize how bad it smelled in there until he had the clean air to compare it too. There were other sents on the wind, snent of fires and breads, animals, a town. He could also find jasmine flower on the wind with Her horse and a hint of cinnamon. It smelled like the town they left, but no smell of burning bodies. Perhaps they had gotten lost and came back to town, he didn't smell everyone so they might have split up again after more slavers.

He made his way to the town, an odd sight to be sure with a feral 'orc' tromping into town with god knows what on his back being carried by its tail with wings covering the eye. Sniffing and snuffing e made his way to the taern with surely a guard on his heels. Stepping in, he still reeked of batscratch smeared all over himself as he thumped the eyewing onto the table for all to see.

"FOUND ONE!"
First draft

Name: Gideon "Goose" Down

Age: 35

Position: Mechanic

Appearance/Clothing:
5'6" 120 Lbs hard lean from not enough meals. Stays totally bald to keep the gunk off.

Skills:
Mechanic first, so-so Air pilot to test out what he works on. "No sense keeping a horse you can't ride."
Excellent terrain driver, "His demon comes out with the earth under his feet instead of the air under his arms."
Bit of a scrapper, mostly first hits and underhanded tactics "You try fighting fair with eight siblings."
Juggler. Something to pass the time and the source of his nickname. "Some people juggle geese!"

Crimes Against The Alliance:
Former browncoat,
Found in possession of alliance materials (ship supplies and other military grade equipment),
Known family member to alliance terrorist organization 棕影 Zōng yǐng (brown shadow)
Over 200 speeding tickets
Additional Information:

Weapons:
His favorite tool, hanging on a hook off his hip and kept in a buckled of mild solvent to remove any evidence after a scuffle.
When shit hits the fan, he blows the fan away. He added some extra ammo. 7+7+1 with 33 extra ammunition. If ANYTHING ever needs 48 rounds, its game over already. He has never needed a more powerful gun, but he will never run out of ammo...again.

Possessions:
Crotch rocket

Personality:
Adrenaline junkie and motor-head. He travels to see the world, and all the other worlds. He speaks simple and lots of old ways color his mind but he is coming around...Slowly. He has become more worldly about the verse, but old things still cling to him as wrong.

History:
Middle child of 9 in Jiangyin hills, he has four older siblings and four younger. He was the family gearhead, starting with things like fixing a can-opener, he worked his way up through the family farm equipment, then the neighbors in exchange for anything they needed. After a few years he was able to set up shop in actual town and not just word of mouth, but family came first, as always.

He was getting to be the 'worldly' one with a chance to even take his skill from the town to the big city! Then the war happened and he wasn't on the popular side. He didn't fight on the front line, his family of hillfolk were the smugglers who ran supplies all over the planet while he kept their gunrunners in the air.

His family got scattered in the war, he knows that some have to have died but some are alive and he pops from place to place looking for kin. So far he's got a list he's been checking off.

Mom: Abigail Fitz: Waitress-Reforming miranda
Dad: Barnabas Down: 66 Farmer-Jiangyin
1 M Caesar Dominique: 41 Companion-Ariel
2 F Deborah 39 Wanted for murder
3 F Eve 39 -Unknown
4 M Fortunatus 36 Dead
5 M Gideon Mechanic-35-his bunk
6 F Hogla 33 Niska enforcer, Ezra (call her 'hog' Or 'ho'; I. Dare. You.)
7 M Iziah 29 Preacher-Aberdeen
8 F Jael 25 Alliance officer.
9 M Keros 20 -Unknown
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