Leos Klien
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STATUS: Nothing beats the feeling you get when you find an RP that's amazing. 9 yrs ago
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Nothing beats the feeling you get when you find an RP that's amazing.
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9 yrs ago
Still alive, if barely, I will be back properly on the 20th.
9 yrs ago
Will likely not be able to post for quite some time in my current roleplays - If I do it'll be very slow and staggered, sorry guys this is only temporary.
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9 yrs ago
My pool of friends is drastically lowering since any of them that buys Andromeda makes my shit list.
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9 yrs ago
Damnit... exam season is coming and I just got hooked on a new anime; the Gods are not kind....
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Sorry double post =/
Rakata Prime- Stravon Dridis
Stravon stared at the sith lord in relative silence. It was an obvious question that was asked, and his response of consulting the other sith lords seems equally obvious, but now it was a question of how to respond to this.
Eventually Stravon replied with what he deemed an adequate answer, he just hoped Darth Scelus would feel the same way inclined.
"Well, my employer has their eyes on the Seat of High chancellor, apparently the old Jedi temple will be your first reward if my employer succeeds in their 'conquest', a worthy trophy wouldn't you agree?"
Stravon knew fine well that he had to be careful in what he thought and said, anything could provide a hint and give this Sith lord the inclination to betray us or demand more that was been given, something that Stravon made sure he tried to avoid at all costs.
The simple rule was to give what seems like a lot and make sure you don't give away too much.
Darth Scelus continued to stand there, emotionless and silent.
And finally Stravon offered one last term of the deal "And I'm too offer my services to you until you make your mind up, and afterwards ,depending on your answer, until I'm needed elsewhere"
Stravon was sure that this was enough to persuade this member of the sith lords, but he was still unsure.
Space over Vondarc- High general Vallen
"Sir we are entering the battle space"
This was the captain letting Vallen know that the travel through hyperspace was almost over and very shortly his ship would enter the war zone.
Vallens heart was pumping fast and anticipation took hold of him, for Vallen secretly loved war, he loved entering a battlefield in a ship that made all others obsolete and frail in comparison to his.
It was a sign of supremacy and that all hope was lost for the other side.
With a burst of light the Colossus exited Hyperspace and outside of the view screen Vallen could see multitudes of Fighters locked in dogfights and Corvette class ships in the vanguard ensuring no bombers got past.
"Right!"Vallen stood up form his chair and went onto the platform at the centre of the bridge, this allowed him to keep his eyes on the battlefield and easily direct orders to his men.
"Let Kellam know that he can leave with the fighters and tell him to assist the others, stress to him that no bombers be allowed through!"
"Right away sir" Came the response from the left of Vallen
"Sir a comm channel has been opened by Xer Loa"
"Patch us in Warrant officer"
The Warrant officer in front of Vallen gave a nod to signify that the comm chanel was open.
"Xer Loa, it's touching to see that you've started the party with out me. Anyway, I'm glad you have a defensive perimeter around my ship but its time to lure the enemy into a trap, I've made sure to have the rest of the fleet to take a longer way round, they'll appear on the right just roughly where the enemy vanguard is, my plan is to lure them out of their line by using the Colossus as bait, and once they do move after the juicy bait the rest of the fleet will appear behind enemy lines and we can crush them in a cross fire!"
There was a chorus of applauds on the deck at this plan, normally this wouldn't occur for a bait dish, but this one had teeth and they all knew that it'd take more than the enemy fleet to take out this ship.
"Do you have any input on this Xer Loa?"
Stravon stared at the sith lord in relative silence. It was an obvious question that was asked, and his response of consulting the other sith lords seems equally obvious, but now it was a question of how to respond to this.
Eventually Stravon replied with what he deemed an adequate answer, he just hoped Darth Scelus would feel the same way inclined.
"Well, my employer has their eyes on the Seat of High chancellor, apparently the old Jedi temple will be your first reward if my employer succeeds in their 'conquest', a worthy trophy wouldn't you agree?"
Stravon knew fine well that he had to be careful in what he thought and said, anything could provide a hint and give this Sith lord the inclination to betray us or demand more that was been given, something that Stravon made sure he tried to avoid at all costs.
The simple rule was to give what seems like a lot and make sure you don't give away too much.
Darth Scelus continued to stand there, emotionless and silent.
And finally Stravon offered one last term of the deal "And I'm too offer my services to you until you make your mind up, and afterwards ,depending on your answer, until I'm needed elsewhere"
Stravon was sure that this was enough to persuade this member of the sith lords, but he was still unsure.
Space over Vondarc- High general Vallen
"Sir we are entering the battle space"
This was the captain letting Vallen know that the travel through hyperspace was almost over and very shortly his ship would enter the war zone.
Vallens heart was pumping fast and anticipation took hold of him, for Vallen secretly loved war, he loved entering a battlefield in a ship that made all others obsolete and frail in comparison to his.
It was a sign of supremacy and that all hope was lost for the other side.
With a burst of light the Colossus exited Hyperspace and outside of the view screen Vallen could see multitudes of Fighters locked in dogfights and Corvette class ships in the vanguard ensuring no bombers got past.
"Right!"Vallen stood up form his chair and went onto the platform at the centre of the bridge, this allowed him to keep his eyes on the battlefield and easily direct orders to his men.
"Let Kellam know that he can leave with the fighters and tell him to assist the others, stress to him that no bombers be allowed through!"
"Right away sir" Came the response from the left of Vallen
"Sir a comm channel has been opened by Xer Loa"
"Patch us in Warrant officer"
The Warrant officer in front of Vallen gave a nod to signify that the comm chanel was open.
"Xer Loa, it's touching to see that you've started the party with out me. Anyway, I'm glad you have a defensive perimeter around my ship but its time to lure the enemy into a trap, I've made sure to have the rest of the fleet to take a longer way round, they'll appear on the right just roughly where the enemy vanguard is, my plan is to lure them out of their line by using the Colossus as bait, and once they do move after the juicy bait the rest of the fleet will appear behind enemy lines and we can crush them in a cross fire!"
There was a chorus of applauds on the deck at this plan, normally this wouldn't occur for a bait dish, but this one had teeth and they all knew that it'd take more than the enemy fleet to take out this ship.
"Do you have any input on this Xer Loa?"
I'll have a Rebellion soldier and my posts up tomorrow peeps.
Uffizi said
The first three posts were amazing! I hope mine is at the right caliber as the rest of you!
No need to worry on that account Uffizi, that post was brilliant. :D
I just want thoughts on my first post, it's my first advanced rp so I need to know if its alright, or too simplistic?
Washington DC
Morning
20 October 2077
A thumping sound awakened Max this morning, and when he lifted his head from the pillow yawning in the process he realised that it was someone knocking on the door.
"One minute" Max shouted groggily.
He swiftly jumped out of his king sized bed and quickly shot on a dressing gown that was slung over a chair in the far side of the bedroom, and walked towards the door.
Max was staying in one of the most prestigious hotels in D.C, which was thanks to his standing as a person, the President himself made sure that this suite was provided for him upon his arrival into the nations capital, it was in a prime location as the White house was very close and the capitol building wasn't far away either.
The suite itself looked as though it was made with great care and incredibly precision, the decor was a traditional Victorian style and the furniture was made from solid Mahogany with gold leaf carved into tables and other furniture and it had been sown into the rugs and the curtains, it truly was a room fit for a king. But none of this made Max's mood any better than the sour one he had.
Just yesterday Congress turned down, by a majority vote, to start peace talks with China.
Max reached the large, snow white, double doors that lead to the hallway and opened them to find his '2nd in command' Mia, there, she was a rather straight up sort of woman, the sort who'd tell you what she thought of you straight to your face with out any regard of the consequences.
Max sort of liked this about her as sometimes she could be rather humorous.
"Good morning sir, it's time to get breakfast before we depart for Portland."
"Yes. It is." Max gave a stifling yawn before finishing his sentence.
"Go down and order me something hearty, I'll be there shortly"
"Of course sir" with that she turned away of to the lifts.
Max closed the door lightly and made sure he heard the click which signified it being locked and turned away towards the master bedroom to get dressed for the day ahead of him.
Max flicked the television on to see what was happening in the world as he was getting dressed into his standard clothes.
The world appeared to be going to the dogs from what he seen in a short 5 minutes, plague, famine, war, threats of nuclear intervention, public shootings. He quickly got sick of it and turned it off before he threw up, Max's face turned into a sneer and shook his head as he put his boots on and said aloud
"I've picked a right good time to become someone to rely on; fixing this mess is going to take a bloody miracle."
He checked and patted himself down to ensure he had everything he needed before he picked up his Black Cromby and rested it over his forearm and walked towards the doors, but first he stopped and corrected his posture. Max was obsessed with correct posture, he felt it defined the man, he's stood as if there was a string pulling his spine straight and had his shoulders low and chest out, the real difficulty with this was not to look as if you were a peacock, something Max has mastered many years ago.
Max opened the door and shut them before swiftly walking down the immaculate hallway towards the lifts, the master suite was on the top floor so the lift journey took about 2 minutes, he spent this time humming to himself in order to try and cheer himself up, but it was futile. Unless he heard congress ask for another talk over this matter Max was doomed to a very difficult time in America.
Max entered the dining hall to hear the sound of clinking cutlery and soft talking mixed with the smell of breakfast wafting through the air.
He knew fine well where Mia would be sitting, which was just on his right away from the main seating area. Max preferred some privacy whilst he ate so that's why they sat in the corner.
He sat down at the table to, disappointingly, find that his 'hearty' breakfast consisted of boiled Quails eggs with some toast. he raised his eyebrow towards Mia and she could only give a stifled snigger with the words "We have to keep your physique in check you know"
Max sighed long and deep and pushed his plate away, began sipping his tea and reading today's paper.
I was an hour before it was time to leave the hotel and set off to the airport. Max and Mia were both stood in the foyer ensuring that everything was all packed away in the cars provided and that nothing was left behind.
"Right that's everything sorted, time to set off"
Max put on his cromby and buttoned it up before stepping outside onto the street, all at once a wall of cold, crisp, autumn air hit Max and the sounds of a city waking up resonated through out the air.
The weather itself was very good, the sky was a Azure blue and perfectly clear, not a cloud in sight.
Both Max and Mia got in the back of the car; which was a black Corvega and began relaxing as the driver began whisking them off towards the airport.
"Right, you know what we're doing and where we are going?" Mia said whilst looking at Max.
"Yes yes, stop doubting me, we are off to Portland and we are going to a conference in order to increase international awareness of Vault-tec.
Mia smiled slightly "Good, it appears you do listen to me every now and then"
Max started observing the city and the numerous people going about their everyday business outside the car, it's almost hard to think that a war is taking place looking at these people, but Max had to admit...
'Ignorance is bliss'.
Morning
20 October 2077
A thumping sound awakened Max this morning, and when he lifted his head from the pillow yawning in the process he realised that it was someone knocking on the door.
"One minute" Max shouted groggily.
He swiftly jumped out of his king sized bed and quickly shot on a dressing gown that was slung over a chair in the far side of the bedroom, and walked towards the door.
Max was staying in one of the most prestigious hotels in D.C, which was thanks to his standing as a person, the President himself made sure that this suite was provided for him upon his arrival into the nations capital, it was in a prime location as the White house was very close and the capitol building wasn't far away either.
The suite itself looked as though it was made with great care and incredibly precision, the decor was a traditional Victorian style and the furniture was made from solid Mahogany with gold leaf carved into tables and other furniture and it had been sown into the rugs and the curtains, it truly was a room fit for a king. But none of this made Max's mood any better than the sour one he had.
Just yesterday Congress turned down, by a majority vote, to start peace talks with China.
Max reached the large, snow white, double doors that lead to the hallway and opened them to find his '2nd in command' Mia, there, she was a rather straight up sort of woman, the sort who'd tell you what she thought of you straight to your face with out any regard of the consequences.
Max sort of liked this about her as sometimes she could be rather humorous.
"Good morning sir, it's time to get breakfast before we depart for Portland."
"Yes. It is." Max gave a stifling yawn before finishing his sentence.
"Go down and order me something hearty, I'll be there shortly"
"Of course sir" with that she turned away of to the lifts.
Max closed the door lightly and made sure he heard the click which signified it being locked and turned away towards the master bedroom to get dressed for the day ahead of him.
Max flicked the television on to see what was happening in the world as he was getting dressed into his standard clothes.
The world appeared to be going to the dogs from what he seen in a short 5 minutes, plague, famine, war, threats of nuclear intervention, public shootings. He quickly got sick of it and turned it off before he threw up, Max's face turned into a sneer and shook his head as he put his boots on and said aloud
"I've picked a right good time to become someone to rely on; fixing this mess is going to take a bloody miracle."
He checked and patted himself down to ensure he had everything he needed before he picked up his Black Cromby and rested it over his forearm and walked towards the doors, but first he stopped and corrected his posture. Max was obsessed with correct posture, he felt it defined the man, he's stood as if there was a string pulling his spine straight and had his shoulders low and chest out, the real difficulty with this was not to look as if you were a peacock, something Max has mastered many years ago.
Max opened the door and shut them before swiftly walking down the immaculate hallway towards the lifts, the master suite was on the top floor so the lift journey took about 2 minutes, he spent this time humming to himself in order to try and cheer himself up, but it was futile. Unless he heard congress ask for another talk over this matter Max was doomed to a very difficult time in America.
Max entered the dining hall to hear the sound of clinking cutlery and soft talking mixed with the smell of breakfast wafting through the air.
He knew fine well where Mia would be sitting, which was just on his right away from the main seating area. Max preferred some privacy whilst he ate so that's why they sat in the corner.
He sat down at the table to, disappointingly, find that his 'hearty' breakfast consisted of boiled Quails eggs with some toast. he raised his eyebrow towards Mia and she could only give a stifled snigger with the words "We have to keep your physique in check you know"
Max sighed long and deep and pushed his plate away, began sipping his tea and reading today's paper.
I was an hour before it was time to leave the hotel and set off to the airport. Max and Mia were both stood in the foyer ensuring that everything was all packed away in the cars provided and that nothing was left behind.
"Right that's everything sorted, time to set off"
Max put on his cromby and buttoned it up before stepping outside onto the street, all at once a wall of cold, crisp, autumn air hit Max and the sounds of a city waking up resonated through out the air.
The weather itself was very good, the sky was a Azure blue and perfectly clear, not a cloud in sight.
Both Max and Mia got in the back of the car; which was a black Corvega and began relaxing as the driver began whisking them off towards the airport.
"Right, you know what we're doing and where we are going?" Mia said whilst looking at Max.
"Yes yes, stop doubting me, we are off to Portland and we are going to a conference in order to increase international awareness of Vault-tec.
Mia smiled slightly "Good, it appears you do listen to me every now and then"
Max started observing the city and the numerous people going about their everyday business outside the car, it's almost hard to think that a war is taking place looking at these people, but Max had to admit...
'Ignorance is bliss'.
Should have my first post up by Friday; hopefully.
Yup, still kicking.
And looking forward to it Ink.
And looking forward to it Ink.
Imperfectionist said
Eh, we're splitting hairs. Both types of power armor are going to be around in Portland, at the very least.
Very true sir.
Uffizi said
What about cigarettes? Hopefully they are plentiful..everywhere.
In the games you can't get far without finding a packet: lockers of primary schools, park bins, dumpsters, feral ghouls etc. :P
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