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9 yrs ago
Current Tfw you want to go to the gym and get your stronk on but you've busted your shoulder and need let it rest.
9 yrs ago
Holy fuck. Ok, shit. Insane hiatus. Fuck. I'm still around folks, just been beyond extremely busy. Will try (heavy emphasis on try) to be more active in the coming months.
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10 yrs ago
God forbid I be one of the lucky bastards that doesn't have their wisdom teeth grow in. Nah, just fuck my shit up fam.
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10 yrs ago
As someone who works for a pet store I both love and hate pixar. The next person that tries to ask me if we have "a dory fish" for their goldfish bowl is getting straight up clubbed like a baby seal
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I'm just a simple college student working his way through life while simultaneously testing the limits of how much caffeine and alcohol the human body can subsist on before it gives out. Just call me Shade.

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Looks fairly fun. Sorry if my CS looks as though it's copying Animal's in any way; i've just had this idea rolling around in my head for a while now.

Jacque's grip on the ion cannon's controls loosened as the ship jumped into hyper space. He let out a small sigh and rubbed the back of his neck, thankful for the fact that the ship's other defenses and Fixer's bold move were enough to get everyone out in one piece. Though he'd never admit it to the crew, he was even more thankful for the fact that he hadn't actually had to fire on the vessel. Though he was no stranger to conflict, the smuggler disliked having to take a life unless it was absolutely necessary. The still unconscious and bound Tr'an Dasheer was a testament to that fact. Fixer's question tore Jacque away from his thoughts, bringing his gaze away from the screen and unto the droid that had asked him. "There's this little forest planet called Bergen's Haven that I used to stop at pretty regularly when I was a solo act. Serves as a sort of resupply station for folks in our line of work, largely uninhabited. Smugglers and the like all abide by a sort of truce there, so we can lay low for a bit without much trouble while we figure out our next step."
@SleaterS'all good man...what would you do with a droid army? More importantly, would bending the knee early on prevent me from being reduced to slave labor in the event of an attempt at world conquest?
Rocky hardly registered the brief sensation that was Kabiri struggling to free herself of his grip as he crashed through the clearing and into the camp site. The Skälen's breath came in hard, heaving pants as his lungs reminded him once more of why it was a poor idea for him to go running around on planets not his own. His efforts did not go unrewarded however, as he arrived just in time to witness one of the others- a scientist he assumed- engage a creature that he believed was the source of the ruckus. As for the camp itself: it was pure chaos, with scientists divided between running, hiding, and trying to cram themselves back into the ship, and a majority of the security force too preoccupied with trying to get a beat on the beast to properly corral everyone.

"Find somewhere safe to wait this out." Rocky said gruffly before setting Kabiri down and stepping in front of her. He then stepped forward and, after filling his still burning lungs with as much air as he could, opened his jaws wide and roared. The sound was loud enough to be felt as well as heard, and could best be described as the roaring of a gorilla, the growling of an elephant, and the screeching of a barn owl, all combined into one long bellow. Rocky held it for as long as he could in an effort to make his challenge clear before he finally stopped to suck in air. He then charged.
@Sleater Just as a heads up man, in my last post I made mention of Jacque firing up the ion canons. I just hadn't had him fire them.
Rocky looked down at the doctor and gave a small shrug, "Don't worry about it." he said simply as he scanned the forest as best he could through the vegetation. No signs of Lyco yet, but they couldn't have been all that far apart. Rocky's train of thought was interrupted by the bone jarring roar in the distance, and with it came the sound of trees being knocked down, each one's fall slightly louder than the last, as though whatever knocked them down was moving in a single direction. A direction that could very well be the campsite. That was a risk that he wasn't all too willing to take. Rocky's eyes darted back down to Kabiri, "Sorry." he said quickly.

The almyst would be granted practically no chance to ask what he meant, as the answer came in the form of the skälen plucking her from the ground and making a mad dash back towards the camp with her tucked beneath his arm. Rocky's breath came in loud snorts as he sprinted, jumped, and tore his way through the jungle with surprising speed for a creature so large. His heart pounded loudly in his chest as what little air he could take in from the surrounding area was immediately put to use in the muscle's pumping of oxygenated blood through the body it supported. On the way back to the camp, the growl that Rocky had earlier been made to suppress was renewed in between each breath he took.
That's great to hear Diz! I'm really glad everything's coming together for you! Little bit of advice with the car naming: Always give it a female name, or at least a feminine one.
@Azazaa The sad thing is that i'm not even doing it to be mean spirited. It's just that since we never had anything to go on personality wise due to a lack of posts on Matt's part I had to gleam what I could from the character's bio. All I really came back with was Marka hating the empire, having a thing for "hotdog antics" which I assume means daring and/or funny, disliking murder, and being an adrenaline junkie, so I decided to key in on the hotdog antic bit. In other words, a somewhat goofy but talented daredevil type. Scribbling little notes and titles as a personal touch to the section of the ship that was "his" sort of felt appropriate.
Despite his efforts to stay slow, Rocky still found himself inadvertently widening the gap a bit through the long strides that he took through the forest. Like all members of his race Rocky's legs were semi-digitigrade in nature, sacrificing a bit of speed for more stability and load bearing capabilities. While the load bearing bit had little affect on the current situation, the increased stability allowed for a slightly easier time moving through the dense vegetation. The fact that he also happened to be rather large helped as well, as it allowed Rocky to simply trample over most obstacles that happened to be in his path. Be it plants, rocks, or the odd overturned root, everything was crushed or kicked up, leaving a series of broken foliage and wide, claw tipped foot prints in his wake. The Skälen cared little for silence. Quite the contrary in fact- Rocky wanted to be heard by whatever may have lurked about. The reason for this was a simple one: Rocky was an apex predator, the top of the food chain where he was from. Apex predators did not slink about quietly unless they were hunting.

After a few more steps Rocky turned to look back at Kabiri, and after realizing the rough time she seemed to be having, came to a stop. It seemed like a good time to catch his breath anyway.
Standing just inside of the cockpit's doorway, Jacque rubbed his temples to try and stem his headache after hearing Kruss' suggestion. The neimodian had a good head on his shoulders, but sometimes that cautious streak could be the devil to deal with. The mention of the crew members forced from the human a small sigh, "There's a chance that they'll either blow us apart when they realize what's up or follow after us. Best to at least leave them in a position not to do either. As far as the crew are concerned, Marka and Viik are still at that station, i've no idea what the hell happened with Alexnick, and there are two unknown men that i've got sitting in our cargo hold. On of them claims to be watching something for a previous employer and the other claims to be part of the crew. All I know is that I have no idea who the hell either of them are, but if it's true then I sure as hell don't recall being there for either of their introductions. But we'll chat more on that bit later Kruss." He said somewhat sharply as he entered and slid into the seat that housed the controls for the ion cannon.

With the flip of a few switches the ion cannon slowly roared to life, sending a faint humming sound throughout the cockpit as it powered up. Jacque's hand hovered over the control panel, fingers lightly brushing the button that he noticed had the word "FIRE" crudely scribbled on it in what he assumed was a marker, 'Really, Marka? This is what you did in your spare time while you where in here?' he couldn't help but muse. Jacque's eyes flitted up to the small screen above the panel, waiting for any sort of indication that the Decimator was near. In that moment a thought occurred to Jacque; It was good to leave the enemy ship in a bad way, yes, but it would better to also have the ship at least ready for a jump. He snapped his fingers a few times to get his crew mate's attention, "Fixer? Prep us for a hyperspace jump so we're not just here holding our collective dicks when things pop off. I know a place a few systems over where we should be able to lay low for a bit. The coordinates are...".

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