@TheUnknowable Honestly, I don't think the body-cam will help. I don't think "Well, your honour, I will admit that I did shoot the man twice, but it was the other guy stabbing him that did it" stands up well in a court of law.
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Anarchy seems like a fun guy. Unfortunately, in killing Superman, he has just got a lot of eyes on him. 100,000 worlds want to shake his hand, another 100,000 want his head on a platter and I imagine that some of them will be willing to pay for it. Especially since there is a splendiferously attractive, muscular, powerful, lacerating, obliterating, disembowling... Obliterating son-of-a-gun to pick up said paycheck for it.
So, when Superman isn't about, looks like the world will have to call on another Super Man... A Main Man, if you would.
So, when Superman isn't about, looks like the world will have to call on another Super Man... A Main Man, if you would.
Sorry that took so long, was a little pooped last night so I went to sleep, woke up late for work and now have just done it, i'll do the part with Malla, Lance and Odo in a little bit.
Gregorio listened to the woman as she spoke. Weaving a great tale about people coming from another universe. "Alright, stop, stop, stop..." he said, stopping as they came to the end of the umbilical. He rubbed his eyes a little. "Now, I've heard the old stories, people getting lost in Sub-Ether and getting vomitted into another dimension populated by hyper-intelligent squid-people... But are you trying to tell me that every single universe is populated by Humans? How the hell does that even work?" he asked. She then told him about the problems he would have with trying to get resupplied. "Well... I'm afraid we're not going to be of any use to you in this fight then, we're not currently combat ready and... We're a Security Forces warship, we carry munitions and that's it, if we don't have access to our companies bank-account, we've got nothing..." He smothered his face with his hands and growled. "Aaaaaaah, SHIT!" he let out as a low roar. He was stuck in another dimension, his families ship was badly damaged and now he had no way to pay for repairs, to say nothing of him never seeing his home again. He then composed himself.
"I apologize... It's just... This ship has been in my family for a generation, it was my Fathers and I want it to be my son's." he grunted. "Unless you have the ability to send us home or get supplies from my home, we're going to be of no use to you in... This "Save the universe" adventure you have yourselves in for." Gregorio wasn't a defeatist by nature, but he was a realist. As she still seemed willing to help fix their Sub-Ether drive, he led the woman through the ship. He looked rather proud when they walked in, most other Security Forces warships still operated in 0-G, but his father had understood the importance of not having to fight the laws of physics whilst trying to fight an enemy. He led them through the ship, the insides were actually white with long corridors. As they finally approached the Engine room, they saw a large Silgrian exiting. "Uh-oh." Gregorio whispered.
"Captain!" he said, throwing his arms wide. "And we have guests. Let me say hello to you." he said, approaching Carter, he threw his arms around her and gave her a kiss on both cheeks. "It is so very wonderful to meet a new face such as yourself." Gregorio quickly took the Silgrians arms off of her. "What's wrong Captain?" he asked.
"These are a repair crew from the station, they are... New around here have never met a Silgrian before." He turned to Carter "I apologize, if you don't have Silgrians where you come from, VERY friendly people..." He then hushed his voice as he mumbled "Maybe a little too friendly... Anyway, this is-" The Silgrian grabbed her hand and shook it furiously.
"Doctor Ongra, ships physician and all-round great listener. I was just getting back from fixing up a plasma burn and I-" Gregorio cut off the giant bird-man there.
"Doctor, I believe that there are other matters to attend to." He said.
"Oh, indeed, Crewman Manox has been having AWFUL stomach trouble and Sgt Benson's ear infection came back an-"
"I'll get it in the report later, just go see to them."
"Righty-o captain. I do hope to see you for dinner, remember, you promised me 14 weeks ago you and your wife would have me over and I won't forget that easily." he laughed. "Alright, you all have a LOVELY day." he squawked before walking away. Gregorio shook his head as he led Carter into the engine-room. This looked completely different from the rest of the ship, the white, clean walls replaced with dirty, dank and dreary walls. "I also apologise in advance for our Engineer, he's... Grouchy..." they walked in, they were approached by the Lorgan.
"Hello captain. I see you brought in a repair team due to your lack of faith in my skills." He sighed.
"Not in the slightest, you know I put the trust of this entire ship in you, but you can't do it by yourself." The Lorgan looked at Gregorio, then at the team from the Odyssey.
"You don't know the first thing about a Munchhausen reactor, do you?" He asked Carter. "I can see it in your eyes."
"I apologize... It's just... This ship has been in my family for a generation, it was my Fathers and I want it to be my son's." he grunted. "Unless you have the ability to send us home or get supplies from my home, we're going to be of no use to you in... This "Save the universe" adventure you have yourselves in for." Gregorio wasn't a defeatist by nature, but he was a realist. As she still seemed willing to help fix their Sub-Ether drive, he led the woman through the ship. He looked rather proud when they walked in, most other Security Forces warships still operated in 0-G, but his father had understood the importance of not having to fight the laws of physics whilst trying to fight an enemy. He led them through the ship, the insides were actually white with long corridors. As they finally approached the Engine room, they saw a large Silgrian exiting. "Uh-oh." Gregorio whispered.
"Captain!" he said, throwing his arms wide. "And we have guests. Let me say hello to you." he said, approaching Carter, he threw his arms around her and gave her a kiss on both cheeks. "It is so very wonderful to meet a new face such as yourself." Gregorio quickly took the Silgrians arms off of her. "What's wrong Captain?" he asked.
"These are a repair crew from the station, they are... New around here have never met a Silgrian before." He turned to Carter "I apologize, if you don't have Silgrians where you come from, VERY friendly people..." He then hushed his voice as he mumbled "Maybe a little too friendly... Anyway, this is-" The Silgrian grabbed her hand and shook it furiously.
"Doctor Ongra, ships physician and all-round great listener. I was just getting back from fixing up a plasma burn and I-" Gregorio cut off the giant bird-man there.
"Doctor, I believe that there are other matters to attend to." He said.
"Oh, indeed, Crewman Manox has been having AWFUL stomach trouble and Sgt Benson's ear infection came back an-"
"I'll get it in the report later, just go see to them."
"Righty-o captain. I do hope to see you for dinner, remember, you promised me 14 weeks ago you and your wife would have me over and I won't forget that easily." he laughed. "Alright, you all have a LOVELY day." he squawked before walking away. Gregorio shook his head as he led Carter into the engine-room. This looked completely different from the rest of the ship, the white, clean walls replaced with dirty, dank and dreary walls. "I also apologise in advance for our Engineer, he's... Grouchy..." they walked in, they were approached by the Lorgan.
"Hello captain. I see you brought in a repair team due to your lack of faith in my skills." He sighed.
"Not in the slightest, you know I put the trust of this entire ship in you, but you can't do it by yourself." The Lorgan looked at Gregorio, then at the team from the Odyssey.
"You don't know the first thing about a Munchhausen reactor, do you?" He asked Carter. "I can see it in your eyes."
@Burning Kitty please don't go, I'm gonna get going on an IC post soon.
Aw fuck it. I am so sorry. My internet has been utter shit shot and I ran out of mobile data. It's barely been able to connect to RPG and whenever it did, posting attempts were met with some kind of error code.
So, i saw that people are still interested in this and was wondering if Golems are open to be played? I have an idea for a Golem character.
I'll also have to wait for weekend. It's Stock-Check week, so I am spending 7 hours a day for the next few days doing data entry and it is mind-numbing as fuck.
Name and Rank: Lieutenant-Commander Nalaar Jorel
Age: 34
Race/Species: Cardassian-Bajoran hybrid
Description: surprisingly enough, Jorel looks very much Cardassian. Whereas most of the Bajoran War Orphans look very much different. This is most likely due to his Mother being Cardassian, rather than the usual mother being Bajoran. His forehead "spoon" and ridges and neck look very much Cardassian, but he has a few telltale signs that give it away. Chief among these are the blotches of pink skin all over his body, and the wrinkles at the bridge of his nose.
He is approximately 6'3 with a fairly muscular build. He has crew-cut, black hair and a black muttonchop moustache.
Career History: All over Bajor, people talk about the Cardassian Occupation. When they do, they talk about the hundreds, if not thousands of women that were either raped and/or made into comfort girls for the soldiers based at Bajor. Most forget the female officers that took a number of men to be their consorts. Gul Takaar was one such officer. Indeed, this should have been of note. Women were scientists, achedemics, not warriors. They weren't actively discouraged or banned, but not exactly encouraged either. Naturally, she was a woman driven by a love for Cardassia, a true believer in "The Never-Ending Sacrifice" naturnaturally, this meant she had a strong instinct to produce Children. She already had a husband and several children back on Cardassian, but, like the men of her order, she felt the needs that the local Bajorand could scratch.
Nalaar Rebann, a hand from a farm under her jurisdiction, relatively young, strong and oh, so very helpless before the Gul's feminine wilds, quickly found himself a live-in servant to her. Of course, his oppression was just as severe as the others. Whilst pregnant, she only saw him, telling him that should he betray her, she would leave him begging for death. This isn't to say that she didn't have any feelings for him, because that wasn't true. She did, however, stand to lose everything should this come out in public. Jorel was born to a pair of happy parents, she quickly managed to spin this to her favour. The resistance had recently ambushed and killed a number of Cardassian soldiers. She picked one of the young officers from that group, one without a wife or children, and proclaimed Hotel to be his son with a Bajoran woman that had been at her compound, but had killed herself in an attempt on the Gul's life. She took Jorel out to the public and told them that she was here to help the people and to prove it, she would adopt the baby of the woman that had tried to kill her, rather than sending him to an orphanage, for she was no monster, but a friend to Bajor.
Miscellaneous: Anything you want to mention but haven't been able to cover yet.
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Age: 34
Race/Species: Cardassian-Bajoran hybrid
Description: surprisingly enough, Jorel looks very much Cardassian. Whereas most of the Bajoran War Orphans look very much different. This is most likely due to his Mother being Cardassian, rather than the usual mother being Bajoran. His forehead "spoon" and ridges and neck look very much Cardassian, but he has a few telltale signs that give it away. Chief among these are the blotches of pink skin all over his body, and the wrinkles at the bridge of his nose.
He is approximately 6'3 with a fairly muscular build. He has crew-cut, black hair and a black muttonchop moustache.
Career History: All over Bajor, people talk about the Cardassian Occupation. When they do, they talk about the hundreds, if not thousands of women that were either raped and/or made into comfort girls for the soldiers based at Bajor. Most forget the female officers that took a number of men to be their consorts. Gul Takaar was one such officer. Indeed, this should have been of note. Women were scientists, achedemics, not warriors. They weren't actively discouraged or banned, but not exactly encouraged either. Naturally, she was a woman driven by a love for Cardassia, a true believer in "The Never-Ending Sacrifice" naturnaturally, this meant she had a strong instinct to produce Children. She already had a husband and several children back on Cardassian, but, like the men of her order, she felt the needs that the local Bajorand could scratch.
Nalaar Rebann, a hand from a farm under her jurisdiction, relatively young, strong and oh, so very helpless before the Gul's feminine wilds, quickly found himself a live-in servant to her. Of course, his oppression was just as severe as the others. Whilst pregnant, she only saw him, telling him that should he betray her, she would leave him begging for death. This isn't to say that she didn't have any feelings for him, because that wasn't true. She did, however, stand to lose everything should this come out in public. Jorel was born to a pair of happy parents, she quickly managed to spin this to her favour. The resistance had recently ambushed and killed a number of Cardassian soldiers. She picked one of the young officers from that group, one without a wife or children, and proclaimed Hotel to be his son with a Bajoran woman that had been at her compound, but had killed herself in an attempt on the Gul's life. She took Jorel out to the public and told them that she was here to help the people and to prove it, she would adopt the baby of the woman that had tried to kill her, rather than sending him to an orphanage, for she was no monster, but a friend to Bajor.
Miscellaneous: Anything you want to mention but haven't been able to cover yet.
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@Jbcool JJverse was 2 movies of nothing but "Please let me make Star Wars?!?!?!?" Beyond is the Peggverse, which is a movie about "Look guys, Star Trek can have awesome action setpieces and still fit with the continuity. Look it's the NX-01, everyone loves that... What do you mean we aren't allowed to have an evil Enterprise Captain...? Well fuck! U.S.S. Franklin, which is an NX-class. Everyone loved Enterprise, season 4... And to a lesser extent 3..."
Colour me interested in option 2. Are we going to be allowed to make our own episodes, or are you going to be the one making them?
Colour me interested in option 2. Are we going to be allowed to make our own episodes, or are you going to be the one making them?
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