POOHEAD189

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Got kicked off The Guild Discord, because I told someone to "Get Raped" which is basically the most ethereal insult you could make. Offering 20 bucks to whoever rapes them though. Figure it out.

As a sidenote, anyone who takes that seriously as a threat can also get raped.

@Chrononaut

Oh Chrono, plz. I don't want you to stay banned from the Discord, but the mods check this thread too. And I mean Mods who are not me.
Edit: Oh yeah, Harbinger too.

I think this is one of those times where people should hit the pause button on their political alignment.

You must be new here. I would agree but it's always left vs right here.

The Band of Fools

Despite spending half the night soaked and speaking with Lem, Branimir did not falter in his gaze or posture as his fellow leftenant gathered the company around to give them the news. Out of respect for his loss, Branimir wasn't offended at all that Lem was the one addressing the crew. True, Branimir had been apart of the band for a number of years and had fought and bled alongside the Captain, but not nearly as long as Lem. What's more, he know how close the two of them were. It was only right.

Even standing beside the towering Lem ontop of the wagon, sir Branimir (as men still oft called him) was a powerful figure of stalwart strength. Even now he wore his armor, despite the scouts assurances that no enemy force was within a day's march, if not several. But a commander was a leader, not an overseer. To lead by example was his duty, which was why he also personally saw to many of the men's training or performance of duties. Such qualities helped skyrocket him to position of leftenant in a relatively short amount of time, though he was not without his flaws. He admittedly could be a bit overbearing in certain circumstances, and was quite the bad haggler when it came to hiring price.

Hand resting on the hilt of his sheathed sword, his other hand was closed into a fist as Lem described his lament of the Captain's death. His wolfish gaze swept over the Company however, ensuring everyone was at the ready, paying attention. He wouldn't halt barking orders at a disrespectful soldier when need be. Luckily, the men had respected the Captain as much as any sellsword could, and they listened in silence, before being ordered off to their tasks.

"One of us should speak to Sister Margaret." Lem turned toward Branimir. "Someone needs to see to the body, make sure he's clean. And there's still the matter of his effects."

"I'll see to it," Branimir said, his voice far more cultured than Lem's, carrying the power of a military zealot even in normal speech. He placed a hand on Lem's shoulder, as much to check his steadiness as to reassure him. "Afterwards, I'll oversee the men at the ditch." With a nod and a final pat on Lem's shoulder, he stalked away with a surety of movement. Despite their differences in upbringing, Branimir and Lem respected one another's skills. The former Knight recognized that Lem was a thoroughly dangerous and capable man even without formal training. They had both been tried under real combat, and months of waiting, and disease.

Unfortunately for the Captain, you cannot survive ever hazard, every time.

He marched to meet Sister Margaret.

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Yeah, that'll suck ass if it happens. I'll probably call on Friday to voice my opinion.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Sol'id had slammed his foot into the ground and launched himself behind cover, the lasfire from the E-Web just behind him. The scorch marks along the floor showed just how close that was. His mind working like a machine, Sol'id gazed around the areas of the hanger he could as his left hand prepped the rocket along his wrist. As Elias and Sirka were beginning to discuss battle plans, Sol'id had readied his rocket. He'd only have one good shot at this, and he needed a good angle as well.

"Too slow, new fish." Sol'id said, rolling out of cover into the center of the hall that moved towards the hanger.

Just as the E-Web was beginning to rev up to fire at him, the rocket shot from his wrist. Long years of combat aiding his superb aiming, the warhead impacting at the bottom of the gun. Both the E-Web and the man working it were launched backwards, charred and broken into small pieces. Sol'id didn't give them time to collect themselves, grabbing his blaster and standing up to his full height, laying down an unholy amount of fire to provide suppression.

"Go, now!" He called to Elias, trusting that Sirka would aid him in laying down the fire to allow the younger Mando to secure the package. A few of the pirates began firing back, causing Sol'id to back off a bit, but he never stopped, reloading with a practiced ease, giving them no time to breath. He was hit in the shoulder, but merely grunted despite the injury.

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

I mean, I wouldn't go around with a tape measure

@Xandrya

Uh huh, riiiiiiiiiiight. ;)

The Band of Fools

@Kassarock

Descent into chaos

Bardeck hopped off his horse from the prompting of his companion, keeping his horse steady so as to keep it calm. One neigh and their position would be compromised. He spent a moment patting its snout, before tying it to a tree and hunkering down next to Ferthyr, tucking in his broad shoulders as much as he could. He had to admit the escort of the gold was both smaller than he feared yet larger than he'd hoped for.

He saw his friend's logic, but Bardeck was nothing if not stubborn. "We didn't follow them to leave it be." He whispered back to him, though he hesitated regardless. He'd need to ponder on any movement when it came to six skilled men. Likely as skilled as Ferthyr was worried about. Briefly, he wondered how much they could do with the element of surprise. Bardeck could perhaps kill two, though most likely it was one kill and a wounding, to then be surrounded by at least 3 men while Ferthyr handled the other 2.

Perhaps they could take out one each, and then flee. The men would certainly be less apt to continue their travels. Or even better, kill one unsuspectingly somehow. If Bardeck could get behind a tree, he could wait until they just passed him and he'd silently dispatch one. Rinse and repeat before Ferthyr attacked with shock and awe with his magic? He voiced his thoughts to his companion quickly. "What do you think?"

Handwriting

eyyyyyy lefties unite

@POOHEAD189 don't hate me but that writing style is kind of cute T.T

@Mae

Awww thank you

I like yours too. Like your style in the bottom example would look really cool if you wrote in a different language like an ancient script. I'm not sure why it evokes that image though.

Handwriting

I'm left handed, the only one in my immediate family. I also have somewhat childish handwriting.

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil heard all of it through his comm system, though he was glad Sayeeda kicked him into gear with her comment. He was basically too busy to concentrate on what Taya was informing them of, his mind moving on technical instinct. As the Captain informed him to haul ass, he was already opening the grille to the left, unhooking the cylindrical drive cores so he could redirect all power to the megafreighter's sublight engines.

Superheated steam burst from the vents as he unlatched them. "I'm on it. Won't take long," he replied, switching the drive cores around to the main entryway of the engine. He began to speak as he worked, alleviating her worries as much as letting him prep himself of where he was at. "I already bypassed her security measures and shut her main functions down. Just need to switch the drives, manually override the auxiliary protocol and then hit it with the power and we're golden."

As he did that, the minutes ticked down. Sayeeda would see him working as fast as he could, giving her regular updates. "Drives cores inserted and am now running the set up...and I am redirecting and beginning the sublight engine's phase..."

"We have 5 minutes until I will yank you out of here." Sayeeda warned just before Neil clipped down the last algorithm. "DONE." His announcement was followed by a thrum that filled the chamber, reverberating the very walls of the room. Heat began to envelope the two, though it wasn't overly scalding unless they remained. Luckily, they made as good a time as any getting back into the shaft and shooting upward through it.

Neil and Sayeeda traversed the shaft, Taya suddenly appearing on the comm as they were within 50 meters of the stop. "Where are you? Lonny says the Bioship is gaining speed, and others are joining it."

"We're almost there." Neil promised her. Zero gravity running wasn't exactly possible, but they shot off of every curve and crevice and corner they could find to speed them up as they made it back into the Highlander. The bay door opened for them both, Neil and Sayeeda leaping into it, the door behind them sealing shut. Oxygen filled the room, and Neil removed his helmet. He was sweating bullets from the exertion and his wound, but he still had to fly them out of here.

He ran from the room and into the cockpit just as soon as the warning beacon began lighting up, showing that the bioships were getting within firing range. Neil plopped into his chair and flipped on the sublight engines, bringing up the maneuvering display.

"Let's get the fuck out of here."
@Penny