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The Race for God's Pen: Space High Scifi RP

Bump.

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That would’ve made it the third attack this month, and the only reason he wasn’t already in jail because of it is because he had technically been making a ‘citizen’s arrest’ when he apprehended the occasional purse snatcher and pickpocket on his walks.

@Raijinslayer

I am almost 100% certain that that is not how a citizen's arrest works at all. Like, if Aiden attacked three people in a month, NEST would probably put him in a straightjacket and lock him in a padded cell.

The Race for God's Pen: Space High Scifi RP

_Hnnnngggg-

@SepticGentleman

Why Hnnnnnnnggggg?

The Race for God's Pen: Space High Scifi RP

Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Lorde

Myre Forchem of the Lumiens of Desbin stood on the observation deck of the LN Odyssey and looked out upon the cosmos which stretched out in front of him. His ship was docked at a refueling station on the edge of the Shia-5 star system, and wouldn't be able to move for another hour or so. Not far off in space, the giant star Shia-5 loomed, casting its eerie bluish glow into space. Myre felt quite comfortable in the presence of the star; it was just like Blurro, the star of his home star system. It's out there. he thought to himself. Somewhere off in this cluster is the most powerful device ever created.

The sliding door of the observation deck slid open, and Science Officer Myrekki came onto the deck. He was a Mizrian, a strange, arthropodic biped from the local star system. The blue light of Shia-5 reflected off of his glassy silver compound eyes. He walked across the deck, his massive feet making a plodding sound on the metal deck. Myre looked over to see who it was, and then looked back out into the cosmos.

"The rest of the crew was wondering where you were, captain," Myrekki said. "They all went off to feed."

"It's not far away," Myre said. "I feel it just out of my grasp."

"Yes, sir," Myrekki said. "All of our indicators point that it is somewhere in this star cluster. It sh-"

"Are we doing the right thing, Officer Myrekki?" Myre asked, sighing. "Do we really want the power to destroy entire star systems effortlessly?" Myrekki's mandibles clicked nervously.

"Well, logically, sir, if we do not acquire the weapon, then our enemies will." Myre sighed. There was a lull in the conversation.

"I suppose you're right," Myre said, turning away from the observation deck. "We wouldn't want the Azulans or the Seytanbalik getting their hands on the most powerful weapon in the universe. Is there any talk of the Pristaliz on the refueling station?"

"Oh, most definitely sir," Myrekki said. "There must be dozens of other crews ready to scour the star cluster and track it down. Chimerians, Mu Va Cha, a few Polarans. I thought I saw a few members of the Red Legion."

"I see," he replied "So we're not alone." Outside, two starships began to race their way towards Shia-5. At first they flew parallel, not bothering each other. Then one of them began to veer off-course. The other maneuvered out of the way, and soon a full-fledged space battle was occurring. Laser blasts chaotically cut through space, one even ricocheting off of the refueling station's powerful energy shields. The ship to the left fired a barrage of missiles and rail gun slugs, and in response the one to the right released a massive hydrogen difluoride laser from its nose. The ship to the left buckled. Myre flinched as its oxygen tanks exploded and erupted into violet flames. As the oxygen rushed from out of the ship's interior, the fires died down, and the ship split in two. The flashing blue and yellow lights of a local police cruiser appeared overhead, but it wouldn't matter; they'd never catch the perpetrator.

Myre felt as if this wasn't the last time a ship would be destroyed in the Shia Star Cluster.

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Many millions of years ago, an ancient empire known as the Enigma created a weapon so powerful that it could wipe entire star systems from existence. It became known at the "Duoc Pristaliz", or "God's Pen". With the Duoc Pristaliz, the Enigma laid waste to the galaxy, wiping countless races from existence. Luckily, another race stole the Pristaliz, defeated the Enigma using it, and then lost it in space so that no one race could ever find it.

Unfortunately, their defenses have degraded over the millions of years, and the Duoc Pristaliz, the most powerful weapon in the universe, wants to get their hands on it. As a player, you control one of the captains of ships heading towards the Shia Star Cluster, where the Duoc Pristaliz has been detected. It is on one of four planets, and your captain and crew must search these planets for the weapon. But beware of pirates, monsters, and even other players. Everybody wants to rule the galaxy.

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@Maxx Don't think I don't see your tagline, lil' bitch.

@Mr Allen J

Fite me n00b.

So you do not want villains?

@Raptorman

I think he means he doesn't want a private faction. Like, we need more Fiend characters (considering I'm the only guy with a Fiend).

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Well I had been thinking to make several characters, parts of a group that was just arriving

@Raptorman

I see. I'd run the group by Allen first if they're going to be their own villain faction.

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@Raptorman Yeah, I thought they were tracking devices too at first, but they're just IDs. We don't want NEST being *too* good at their job, after all.

So is your villain guy going to be his own thing or part of a gang?

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What exactly do the registration chips do?

@Raptorman

As far as I know, they just contain information on the meta's power and identity. That way if NEST tracks someone down and can't identify them, they can scan the chip and get all of their information. It doesn't have a GPS tracker or anything of the sort in it.

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So if a character has never been captured by NEST, they would lack the chip?

@Raptorman

Not necessarily. Most metas are registered by NEST when their powers manifest.

@Mr Allen JThis is going to end real well, I can already see.

@Raijinslayer

It's probably going to end in a fight.

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Taylor Pierpoint

@Mr Allen J
@RaijinSlayer
@Toadropes

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"Ah, I did not know that," Taylor said to Jen. "Where I come from, powers are generally accepted. It is nice to meet all three of you." As Taylor was about to comment on Ratchet's arm, a voice came from behind her.

"As if people are going to give two shits that you're dad's some glorified tailor, who's greatest contributions to the world is making people pay outrageous amounts of money for stupid shit. Tell me, Taylor, what has your father, and you for that matter, done that really makes a difference in anyone's life? I really doubt you can come up with anything that really counts, but hey, maybe you'll prove me wrong."

There are three things that you generally shouldn't do in this world. The first one is smoke. Smoking cigarettes is gross and disgusting. Just don't do it. It makes me want to punch you (This has been a public service announcement from the Maxx campaign to end cigarette smoking). The second one is scream "fire!" at a microphone at anything involving the White House, FBI, CIA, or NSA. You will get tackled and tasered and beat the fuck up.

The third thing you should never do is talk shit about Taylor Pierpoint's father in the presence of Taylor Pierpoint.

The moment Aiden's words escaped his mouth, the surrounding area got very cold. Taylor had opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it and turned around. Frost was accumulating across the boards and on the snowflake floating in Taylor's hand, making it look more like an oversized shuriken. She stared him down with her intense blue eyes, thinking of what to say. She thought of just kicking his ass, firstly, of turning him into a little ice sculpture. But, as Jen had mentioned, people didn't use their powers as freely around here, and she didn't want to draw anymore attention to herself. Then she thought about answering the question directly, about donating to charity and her father's non-profit organization which he used to bring clothing and shoes to people in poor nations. She herself had run clothing drives at the Academy. Then, after Meifeng spoke, she decided to just tell him to go fuck himself.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" she shouted. "You know nothing about me! I don't have to justify myself to you, you asshole! Maintenant tu es perdu avant que je vous geler à mort et laisse votre corps au fond de l'océan!"

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Sam Clarke

@He Who Walks Behind
@Mr Allen J
@SepticGentleman

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The bartender went off and got the rest of the drinks, placing them in front of the customers. Someone from the back brought out an order of wings and sat it next to Sam. His eyes widened and he whispered "thanks". He dug into a wing as Michelle talked. He smirked at the "I hate birds" part, and laughed when she mentioned "stories". He exchanged glances with CONDOR, and they both smiled.

"Oh hell yeah," Sam said. "We've been through some crazy shit back in Mendel, let me tell y'all. I remember there was this one raid we went on against the Skulls, up on ol' Watson Street. Our intel told us that this was one of their big hideouts, y'know? This was supposed to be where they were keeping all of their heroin and it was guarded by a substantial number of men. Mooks, mainly, no metas. Ol' Skelly always let the humans get mowed down first, y'see. The hideout was in this old school building, abandoned a few years before, and we figure out that the heroin is being stored in the old principal's office in the center of the building. So we bust through, kick ass, CONDOR straight decked this one poor fucker. This one agent we called OSTRICH walks in with a fucking machine gun and starts mowing down everything that moves.

"We finally get to the principal's office, and y'know what we find? Jack shit but this one really fat guy with tusks. We walk in, tell him to stand down, ask him where the drugs are, and this guy is real fucking ugly. Like, brown mohawk, a literal pig nose, tusks coming out the corners of his mouth. Real fuckin gross. He looks at me, goes "oink!" and then turns into a giant fucking warthog! I'm not even joking this thing look like it was out of fucking Mario Party or something! And he was real fuckin tough too! Bulletproof skin, resistant to electricity, whole nine yards. The fucker starts chasing us down the halls. Just imagine; me, CONDOR, and this guy who looked like a damn powerlifter sprinting down a hallway chased by a giant bulletproof pig! It was ridiculous!"