Marko heard the Captain over the communicator, but he did not seem to sound like his normal self. There was some unusual softness in his tone ans well as uncertainty. None the less Marko had his orders to follow, and after a brief scan of the control panel he pulled down a corded radio and spoke over the engine room PA. "Steven, the captain has summoned me. Don't let anything fall apart without me." There was a brief pause as Steven made his was to a radio panel to respond. "I wouldn't have anyone to blame if I did. Go ahead I'll keep her running." With that Marko walked out of the control room down a set of bulkheads and corridors to the cabinet room where he was to meet the others.
Master Crim
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Hunter of the Paleblood Moon
STATUS: The proof of a healthy mind is not its ability to solve the problems that are before it, but the subconscious understanding not to for the sake of health itself. 2 yrs ago
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The proof of a healthy mind is not its ability to solve the problems that are before it, but the subconscious understanding not to for the sake of health itself.
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Ever look back on your old PM and think "Man that was the shit! Why did we stop?"
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As the bowl of patunias would say, as it falls through the air to meet the planet's hard rocky surface: "Not again."
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Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? No says the man in Washington it belongs to the poor. No says the man in the Vatican it belongs to God. No says the man in Moscow it belongs to everyone
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Talking in riddles is fun. Putting them to poem is better. Presentation is the key.
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Why does anyone care
No one really looks at this part
Its all just pointless.
No one really looks at this part
Its all just pointless.
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Sorry I have been on a trip, but I am still looking into playing here.
I will be returning from my trip tomorrow. Catch up with you all then.
Just take your time, @Tip, this is a pretty busy time of the summer.
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Just don't forget to post a link or PM or whatever.
P.S.
Just don't forget to post a link or PM or whatever.
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Buster was far enough to be able to read where the monster was going to be throwing the chunk of sand, and easily strafed out of the way. Moving in on the creature Buster made his way between it and the city continuing to burst fire.
"Riggs, behind you!" Wolf called out from his position on the roof. just then Riggs dropped to one knee while spinning around and taking aim at the woman as her shots the creature. After seeing the woman was a NAIL agent, and she shouted her question, Riggs returned his attention to the creature while answering.
"We have orders to subdue if possible, but kill it if it gets close to the city." Riggs examined as the creature was not too fond of Buster getting behind it as he was cutting it off. "Who sent you? I don't remember hearing of any support." Riggs was mainly worried that the woman would get in the way making this mission even more difficult then it needs to be. "Buster," Riggs called out making his way opposite his partner. "Keep his focus. I am going to get behind him, he doesn't seem to keen on you being there." Still a little ways from the creature Riggs positioned himself accordingly and began firing on the creature's back.
"75 meters from the storm break." Dex called out an update of the fight's position in relation to the concrete wall the separated the beach from the parking lots and city beyond that.
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*A subspace hole opens as a Sidewinder model single man ship emerges. Coming to a slow landing Master Crim hops out of the cockpit sporting a classy pair of aviator sunglasses.*
Oh right! I need to make a post here.
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I have Tuesday off so I will take a break for Elit: Dangerous, and come up with something by tomorrow night.
Oh right! I need to make a post here.
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I have Tuesday off so I will take a break for Elit: Dangerous, and come up with something by tomorrow night.
I am going to be on a trip next week so I am going to leave Kyle alone until I get back. This way I will not be holding anyone up while I am gone.
Definitely, I may just be slow to post I am kinda zoning out as it is a week before my final vacation trip. I will try to have something up by Friday night.
Kyle laid out on a hill with a pair of binoculars scoping out the gate to a small slum outside of the main city. He watched as people casually walked out at different times waiting for a certain person. Just a few days before Kyle had been in that slum playing poker with a few guys, but the game seemed to be going pretty one way with most of the other players standing only a few hands in. Kyle, on the other hand, was determined, or addicted. Kyle wanted to show this guy up, but it was too late when he had figured out that he was cheating. This low life was cheating people out of their hard earned caps, but Kyle was going to expose him for the fraud he was. This was a great plan, if Kyle hadn't just lost all his money and now looked like just a loser wanting to get his money back from a card king. This is what put Kyle where he is now, waiting to show this guy that cards and friends a rich man does not make.
It was almost all day before the cheat finally came out with a group of three other men and two mules. Kyle smiled and whispered to himself. "This will be fun." Quickly Kyle packed himself up, and retreated. The man, on the other hand, had no clue that Kyle was waiting for him, and was getting ready to move his crew to another slum before he gets found out by the locals. Riding atop one of the mules the man hummed a song while patting a satchel with a smile on his face. They walked for about a mile and a half when they heard was sounded like a vehicle coming their way. This was a fairly normal occurrence along these roads as the imposed government used buggies to get to the more secluded areas for tax collecting. The group simply moved to the side of the beaten path, but when they saw what came around the hill the all started to panic and run.
Kyle came around the bend doing about 35mph, he really didn’t know due to the speedometer being busted, but it didn’t take long for him reach the group of panicking men. Kyle struck the man at the head of the group resulting in a short yelp followed by his body flopping down underneath the truck. Acting fast Kyle opened the small porthole on his metal grated window while doing a small power slide around the group and shooting another of the group with his sawed-off. The man recoiled from the shot and fell to the ground as Kyle stopped his slide, but not before striking one of the mules broadside making it flop to the ground. The cheat and his last man were choking on dust while trying to orient themselves for defense. The truck door swung open and the two men opened fire with some small arms pistols then stopped. A few of their bullets missed but most hit harmlessly on the crude armor of the truck. ”Well, go check it out!” the cheat said to his bodyguard. The man slowly made his way to the truck keeping his handgun fixed on the open door, but before he got to the truck another shotgun shot came from under the truck blowing the man’s ankle to pieces. Falling to the ground the man yelled in anger and pain before another shot came to kill him and leave his body marred. The cheat was now over whelmed with fear and began running for his life. The truck seemed to come to life on its own in the man’s panicked frenzy as Kyle began to chase him once more after getting into the truck. ”What did I do to deserve this!?” The man yelled. ”What is this truck from hell!?” It was not very long at all before Kyle caught up to the man and struck him with the truck sending him flying forward a few feet.
Stopping the truck Kyle stepped out watching the man writhe on the ground as he approached. ”I remember you!” The man said after turning to his back to look at Kyle. ”Is this what you do… lose at poker… then track down and kill the winner?” Kyle paid the man no attention as he walked up and cut loose the satchel from the man. The resulted in the man making one last attempt to shoot Kyle, but was stopped when Kyle stabbed his knife through the man’s forearm causing him to yell and drop the gun. Taking his knife back Kyle began to leave. ”Coward! You just going to leave!” Kyle stopped and turned to the man. "Your bleeding internally, have several broken ribs, a punctured lung and are bleeding out at an alarming rate from your arm." He paused as some ungodly creature made am equally ungodly sound in the distance. . "I am not leaving you here, I am just feeding the wildlife." Kyle got into his truck once more and drove off towards the city with his returned money plus interest listing for anything interesting on his CB radio.
It was almost all day before the cheat finally came out with a group of three other men and two mules. Kyle smiled and whispered to himself. "This will be fun." Quickly Kyle packed himself up, and retreated. The man, on the other hand, had no clue that Kyle was waiting for him, and was getting ready to move his crew to another slum before he gets found out by the locals. Riding atop one of the mules the man hummed a song while patting a satchel with a smile on his face. They walked for about a mile and a half when they heard was sounded like a vehicle coming their way. This was a fairly normal occurrence along these roads as the imposed government used buggies to get to the more secluded areas for tax collecting. The group simply moved to the side of the beaten path, but when they saw what came around the hill the all started to panic and run.
Kyle came around the bend doing about 35mph, he really didn’t know due to the speedometer being busted, but it didn’t take long for him reach the group of panicking men. Kyle struck the man at the head of the group resulting in a short yelp followed by his body flopping down underneath the truck. Acting fast Kyle opened the small porthole on his metal grated window while doing a small power slide around the group and shooting another of the group with his sawed-off. The man recoiled from the shot and fell to the ground as Kyle stopped his slide, but not before striking one of the mules broadside making it flop to the ground. The cheat and his last man were choking on dust while trying to orient themselves for defense. The truck door swung open and the two men opened fire with some small arms pistols then stopped. A few of their bullets missed but most hit harmlessly on the crude armor of the truck. ”Well, go check it out!” the cheat said to his bodyguard. The man slowly made his way to the truck keeping his handgun fixed on the open door, but before he got to the truck another shotgun shot came from under the truck blowing the man’s ankle to pieces. Falling to the ground the man yelled in anger and pain before another shot came to kill him and leave his body marred. The cheat was now over whelmed with fear and began running for his life. The truck seemed to come to life on its own in the man’s panicked frenzy as Kyle began to chase him once more after getting into the truck. ”What did I do to deserve this!?” The man yelled. ”What is this truck from hell!?” It was not very long at all before Kyle caught up to the man and struck him with the truck sending him flying forward a few feet.
Stopping the truck Kyle stepped out watching the man writhe on the ground as he approached. ”I remember you!” The man said after turning to his back to look at Kyle. ”Is this what you do… lose at poker… then track down and kill the winner?” Kyle paid the man no attention as he walked up and cut loose the satchel from the man. The resulted in the man making one last attempt to shoot Kyle, but was stopped when Kyle stabbed his knife through the man’s forearm causing him to yell and drop the gun. Taking his knife back Kyle began to leave. ”Coward! You just going to leave!” Kyle stopped and turned to the man. "Your bleeding internally, have several broken ribs, a punctured lung and are bleeding out at an alarming rate from your arm." He paused as some ungodly creature made am equally ungodly sound in the distance. . "I am not leaving you here, I am just feeding the wildlife." Kyle got into his truck once more and drove off towards the city with his returned money plus interest listing for anything interesting on his CB radio.
I am American as well, but metric is easier and nicer to write and understand.
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