POOHEAD189

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Good.

@Dark Wind

Why.

Either way, I'll be away for a while. My hedgehog passed away just a couple of hours ago and I'll probably be here to play and keep my mind distracted, but no so much to discuss politics.

@Xandrya

Oh no, that sucks :(

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Apparently my mom works with one of the women Roy Moore harassed back in the day. Guess it's a small world.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Sol'id Fist

Sol'id remained silent for a few moments, unreadable behind his helmet. The echani fighting style was meant for someone of her stature and build, using their opponent's force against them rather than using brute strength or hard strikes to win the day. But he also knew attempting to convince her was likely a waste of his and her time. "Yes," he said, acquiescing to her statement. "But do your best to also cover your weaknesses, however." He told her.

Motioning for her to the door with his head, he continued. "We shouldn't be much longer for the station. Better go give them their food." He told her, though by his body movement, Delni could tell he would walk with her as well.

The Book Club

Does anyone have any good nonfiction suggestions for the Peloponnesian Wars? Other than the accounts of Thucydides.

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@catchamber

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I didnt say your name or tag you, but you still quoted me regardless, I wonder why that is? :D

@Dynamo Frokane

Because it seemed so much like you, my dear boy.

Hello Guild

Love your style

The Sorceress and the Slave

The crowd's cheers rose as high as the western sun, the heat baking them in their woolen clothes. Undulating howls of pleasure and excitement spelled coin and good business to the slave owner Mal Jashe, who hailed from the audacious lands of Nersheeba, of which has given him ill repute. Perhaps it was misplaced, for the Prophet saw fit to bless him with a fighter as lithe as the hunting cat, and whose grip matches the jaws of the river crocodile.

Even now below, the Stone Fist grappled with a giant of Dhirae. Arms enwrapped around the monster's midsection, the cursed one straining and roaring as the Qabdat Alhajar backstepped, placing one leg in front of the great man's backfoot, yanking him to the ground as the crowd cheered louder. Perhaps Mal Jashe's Stone Fist could not defeat the cursed one, over a head taller in height, in a contest of strength. But determination gave strength in the limbs of the champion, and before Hayashim's blessed sun sank behind the area's walls, Rhaak Bin Hakeem was indeed the winner once more.

Blood and sweat caked his face, and though he was victorious, he did not celebrate with the crowd. Instead he raised his fist, giving credence to the name he had received. Men cried out for him, coins and spittle flying as freely as the women jeered from the stands. Dancers with dresses as crimson as the bleeding sand glided along the edge of the arena, drawing the crowd's gaze as Rhaak was led off the field to his cage.

Little did he know, that there was one that watched him longer than all of the others. A danger more terrible than any he had ever faced was here in Sharsaya, upon an errand most dire. A dark woman that spelled for an even darker night. This was the tale of the Sorceress and the Slave.
@Penny

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Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

"And things just keep getting better," he breathed, tinkering around best he could as the comm went off. He admitted her idea was the best they had so he wasn't against it at all. They'd just need to be quick on their feet, and he had to hope Lonney wasn't going to give them a terrible reading. He hadn't explored the ship in its entirety so as far as he knew there was a hull breach somewhere, the only thing keeping them out of the void was one of the automated blast doors.

He rerouted all of the central power sources to the AI's function. Except the life support systems. It was a miracle those still worked. He was glad for his forethought. When he first started messing with the ship, he made sure those would be the last on the list of utilities that would be shut down in case of a malfunction or a loss of power. It seemed to be working, though not at full capacity since it was bloody cold in the ship, and the air felt terribly thick.

"Alright, alright, alright, alright, alriiiiiiii- got it!" He said, hearing the audible 'snap' of the last router being set into place. He slipped his auto-tool into his utility belt. All they needed now was the power supply Sayeeda was getting, and they'd be underway.

As if on cue, he heard Junebug on the comm. "Neil?"

"Here."

"I have the core. Ready?"

"Do you even need to ask?"

"It's a go."

Suddenly, Neil felt a small warmth radiating from the power source, and he saw bits of static around the routers that suddenly began to flow with power from the fuel core. Neil looked around, using his small light source as if he expected to see something. He hesitated, eyebrow raised. Then he spoke.

"Lonney?"

"Aye sir?"

Neil fist pumped triumphantly. "Lonney, it's good to hear from you. Diagnostic of the ship, now."

"Roight!" Lonney said, and it only took a moment for him to speak again. "Got th' R.I.P. drive shredded. Sublight engines migh' werk but only for short jumps, and tha's if there wis poower. Life Support is ok fer noa. Wee bit of damage. Hull breach in the compartment area, and hull damage along the aft and the stern, and well...many outer layers."

"Show me." Neil said. He stepped back when one of the monitors in the station lowered. He shined the light on the monitor just in case, hoping to the Gods and Gideon that it was going to be minimal damage. With an obnoxious beep and the keen wailing of a signal, the monitor turned on to show the Highlander's outer hull.

"Oh...holy shit." Neil said, blinking.

The smuggling freighter's outside was completely wrenched, as if some large clawed beast had grabbed ahold of his and shaken it. He could see what looked like great claw marks along its underside, and one of the clawmarks had punctured the ship just where Lonney had warned Neil of the hull breach. The pilot shook his head, feeling his heart drop. It was unnerving to look at but, he knew what had caused this.

A beast from the R.I.P. had attacked the ship. How long ago, Neil couldn't tell. But they had gotten off lucky. Most ships that were attacked were eaten, or blown to pieces within R.I.P. space.
@Penny