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A New Challenger Approaches!

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Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

The silence of the void was familiar to Neil now, but he recalled a time when he felt very trapped when exposed to the vacuum of space, even within a spacesuit. Though most low-end spacesuits were cumbersome and took away a bit of his agility. Luckily, this one was slimming.

He marched past Sayeeda into the hatchway, giving a salute as he passed her by. "You got it, Boss." He said, his voice echoing within her suit's helmet. The vastness of the plaza was now diminished by about one hundred times, though the hall was still large compared to most ships. The ceiling was thrice the height of a man, and five people could walk abreast and still have elbow room.

Dead plants and loose materials such as steel from the walls, packaged food, and even trash cans floated around them. Neil pushed aside a child's toy as he made his way further within. He saw a strange gaseous substance snaking about, yet curiously it behaved like liquid. Neil had seen alcohol in space, but it never ceased to amaze him how it reacted.

"Ok, we're in the presidium now." He told Sayeeda once they made it down the first two hallways. There was a map upon the wall. Normally it would be interactive, but the primitive AI had been destroyed with half of the ship. Next to Neil was a staircase that went downwards. He ran his finger along the halls it would take to get to the engine room, his mind searing the memory of it in his head.

"All we need to do now is to head down to the left through another few halls. Seems easy enough."

From above, Neil was suddenly hit by a Xenonid. Its body moving slowly but powerfully as it had positioned itself just to the left of him from the ceiling. Neil's electromagnetic feet were 'sucked' off the floor from the impact. Sayeeda could tell it was also more sluggish in its movements, even past the lack of gravity. As if the void was slowly reducing its strength and speed. But it still attempted to ravage Neil, trying to find an opening in his suit.

"Shit!"
@Penny

What Roleplay section do you mostly post in?

I need to try Arena. I used to do RP fights all the time back on my old Roleplay site but I never did step into it here.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Ok, on monday I will update. TFF is not in trouble, but I'll give her post a pass. I'd post sooner but I am going to the lake this weekend.

Across the Great Sea - A Witcher RP (OPEN / STILL IN INTRO STAGE)

I will look at the collab tonight then.

To Cure a Curse

The guards above spoke to one another in hushed whispers, though with their Elven ears both of them could hear them speaking of how they would need to report the late night entry to the Captain, inferring he isn't one to be displeased. However, moments later the one called down. "We'll let you in. Just keep out of trouble." He said. A shout was heard in the distance, and then the gate began to slowly open as if by some primitive mechanism.

As the gate opened, Brogach stamped on the ground a bit from the vast noise of the moving timber. Before them, a torchlit scene unfolded. The buildings within were not large, most being one story with a few of them two stories. Lamp posts with torches and lamps hung every now and then down the road. A few human peasants and workmen sat on their porches or hastily walked across the street, some mingling. But most were inside now, warm within their homes.

Snow caked the tops of the slanted, thatched roofs. They'd need to find an inn, of course. Hopefully it had a sign. Calanon patted Brogach's neck, and the Elk trotted forward through the opening. It took only a few seconds before the gate was closing once more. "The Inn is down two streets, take a left!" One man called to them. More quietly, another began to scold him for helping such strange outsiders.

"You heard them, Brogach." Calanon said to his mount, and the Elk began a light gallop down the road. As men and women cloaked and wrapped in cloth watched them with curiosity and suspicion, Calanon turned to Rayadell. "Do you use that alias often?" He asked her, merely curious.

What Roleplay section do you mostly post in?

I'm an Advanced guy. Though I am not above High Casual, and I enjoy a Nation RP from time to time. Past few months I've really enjoyed the 1x1 section too. Took me awhile to find some good partners but still!

Good Evening

Hello! Welcome to the Guild :)

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

As Sayeeda spoke, Neil was banking hard. His hands on the manual controls pulling back to the left, and even through the various Xarconian steel walls could they hear the thrum of the engine as it hastened.

"Wh-" Taya breathed, unable to bring the words in her mind to bear at this unnecessary risk. "What, why!? Are you two insane?"

"Hell yes I can get those engine's functional." Neil replied to Junebug, ignoring Taya for the moment. The Highlander arced across the 'western' portion of the bio-fleet. Neil had the ship ducking and whirring around the last vestiges of the greater fleet, the signal beacon going off and on every few moments to announce a projectile or ship that was coming close, only for it to be left far behind from the daring maneuvers Neil had to pull.

Junebug would see the odd Bio-ship splintering off to pursue, but it would be a lax effort on their part. What was one ship that would bring them no sustenance compared to Fornax?

Up ahead, the derelict freighter was so vast it was visible even through the window. The size of a small city, its tail-end broken off. Debris as large as city blocks filtered out lazily, following the ship by no reasoning past its sheer gravity. Neil approached gingerly, though Taya still held onto her seat for dear life after he had slowed. Despite the adrenaline pumping through him, he had to appreciate the quiet intensity of a dead mega-freighter.

He'd heard of deep space graveyards before. Massive collections of various broken ships gathered together by gravity, floating within the nothingness of space. He had to think this is what one of those looked like.

Neil carefully turned the ship's thrusters to and fro as he crept the Highlander through the islands of steel at the derelict's back, finally squeezing into the closest he could get to the ship's center. He turned on the electromagnetic stabilizers to keep their ship grounded as he landed with a gentle thud.

"What happens if one of you dies?" Taya said. "Or both? I can't fly this ship!"

"Look, neither of us are going to die." Neil said with the tone of speaking to an annoying boss or a nagging mother. The irony of his statement wasn't lost on Taya as blood still dripped from his side from the bullet wound. "We'll be back before you know it. Lonney, take care of her." He said, unbuckling his seat.

"Rought sir!"
@Penny

Across the Great Sea - A Witcher RP (OPEN / STILL IN INTRO STAGE)

Who's turn is it in the collab?