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Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil downed a few generous gulps from a bottle of Dar'monad whiskey after the two of them had playfully tussled to get into the hot tub. His knee hurt and his sinuses had been cleared from the water pressure having been shoved into them, but it was all in good fun. The fact Junebug seemed to have taken some relaxation tips from him gave him a satisfied grin, and he sank into the hot water until it reached his neck, having set the whiskey down next to his side of the tub. The pilot even grabbed his glasses from his now soaked pants, and placed them, equally soaked, over his eyes. "We could probably fame whore enough to get some good deals on some transport items before we leave." He suggested.

As they relaxed, Taya placed the sloppily erotic video on the vidcaster screen. Suddenly, Neil saw a full sized version of him and Sayeeda having sex. He lowered his glasses, letting out a blunt "well then..." amid the surprised silence. Briefly he wondered if this is what happened back on the node when they were drunk, but no...he would have remembered. What's more, he was far better in bed than that. The technique was all wrong. At Junebug's comment, he thought for a moment. "Nah, your ass is one of your better qualities. It's just right. One of your best qualities probably."

Unfortunately, the Prince now stood behind Neil about a dozen paces away. His expensive but stately shoes quiet along the pristine floorboards. His jaw was hanging open like the Highlander's bay door. Neil saw Junebug and Taya's looks, and he turned to notice the Prince. Neil blinked, chortling. "You really need to work on your timing." he marveled.

"What is the meaning of this?" The Prince asked, raised eyebrow and clearly aghast at always being taken aback by something from the crew.

"It isn't what it looks like!" Taya said, which prompted Aiden and Neil to incredulously exclaim simultaneously "What do you care?" before pausing and looking at one another. The Prince wasn't amused, but Neil clearly thought the entire situation was pretty funny. "Your highness, don't worry. That's a shopped porno. Besides, both of us are better in bed than that. At least I am...I would assume Junebug is. If she could keep up."

His Captain gave Neil a smirk, and splashed some hot water on him. Neil flinched and wiped his face. "Hey! I was just getting the glasses dry."

They shared a laugh, though Junebug catching Aiden's expression caught her attention. She looked to have almost forgotten he was there. "What brings the visit, your highness?" She said, using her toned arms to pull herself out of the water to plant her rump on the edge of the hot tub for a moment, just to appear welcoming and polite.

"I heard you were in a firefight. I came to see if you were alright..." The Prince said, sighing. He walked past Neil, lightly sidestepping the veritable ponds of puddles at the edge of the hot tub. "Are you? Alright?" He asked. "If you were, I was thinking of asking if you'd be my date for the coronation tomorrow. For the dinner, of course."
@Penny

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Congrats to myself. I have successfully managed to test the 'self-mentions in posts are ingored by the system'-feature. Unfortunately the 'replace self-mentions by mentions of those players that should have been mentioned instead' feature seems not to be implemented. Sorry!

_{And now guess how that error came to be...}

I have the subtle feeling that I might have gotten at least one or two things wrong in my post. If that's the case please tell me!

@Fetzen

I am proud of you, my friend. You did fine! Good to have you back.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

The Arbites had done his best to remain within close proximity to the Chimera. He had slain a dozen heretics with his amped up power maul, but soon he found them flanking him. He turned and swiped across the would-be flankers, decapitating them with controlled electronic explosions. He felt hands grab at his back, but the Arbites was too thickly muscled for the few that were close enough to attack.

He moved back toward the Chimera, and reformed as the head of the group moving between the Chimera to the Rhino. His visor spattered with blood, he lifted it to see where he was swinging with better accuracy, hacking over and over in front of him to detonate whatever limb or fodder that was unlucky enough to get in his way.

"For the Emperor!" He growled with a fury. The Law of the Imperium, nor its patron, would be denied.

As his companions filed past him, he held his ground and moved them along, waving his shield in order to get them moving. "Move! Go!" He ordered as they filed past. The Arbites lowered himself to better hold his ground, his shield in front as the tide pressed inward. "Hurry! Move!" Once the others were inside, he backstepped and struck three heretics running at them with abandon. Herold's last blow ripped apart their torsos. He entered the Rhino and slammed the door shut.

Dwarves!

Orek Thraggison

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Name: Orek Thraggison

Age: 112

Gender: Male

Appearance: Orek is rugged and thickly muscled though for a Dwarf, he is somewhat tall and slim. If he was man sized however, he would still be considered broad. As it stands, he has the physique of a traveler, with long limbs and a lean torso. His beard is kept short (for a Dwarf) albeit well groomed. He has grey eyes akin to wrought iron, which fit well with his granite-like vision.

Skills and Flaws:

• Pride: Orek has a long and successful ancestral track record of exploration and survival. He is very proud, and though he wouldn't call himself arrogant, he does have knowledge of the world most Dwarves do not and expects to be treated as the expert he is.
• Greed: Of course
• Tracking: He knows how to track with the best of them, even over sheer rock.
• Soldier: Has been trained, and is a disciplined combatant.
• Knowledge: He knows a fair amount of Lore, and he has delved over many old maps.

Background:
Orek's father was an explorer and guide through old mountain halls and the deep places of the world. Thraggi Brockisson, as his father Brocki Graggisson before him, was considered one of the best trackers in the hold. His mother was the daughter of one of the clan lords, though as most Dwarven women, she was about as hardy as any male. She taught him how to read the old maps and ancient dialects of their ancestors while Thraggi was away on his travels. Needless to say, Orek idolized his father, the great 'adventurer.'

Orek had a few companions among his peers that he was and is loyal to. Morek, a large Dwarf of silent disposition is one. Brocknir the hearty soldier, gruff and enjoys jokes. Braggi, a Dwarf of wild energy, though he is intensely loyal to his friends. These four often enjoy drinking together and boasting what little deeds they have done, for they are still sheltered within the halls of Thrillem. Orek also has three siblings, all younger and whom he is protective of. Ragni, Magni, and Throm.

Orek has done the best he can with what he has, training hard as a soldier and hoping one day to embark upon an expedition like his father. He doesn't have a woman, but he's had a few lovers in the past. He treats them well, but he is known for playing the field as well. That was 20 years ago however. Since then, he's realized he should find a good mate and settle down, but that has yet to happen.

Miscellaneous: (Other information you’d like to share about your character.)

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

A conviction wracked Cyrdic, and an anger of fiery proportions filled his very soul. It was stark contrast to Camilla's reaction to the prophetic echoes of what had once been an encased Gunter. The sight of his friend Karl, now hideously mutated. His smile impossibly wide, with teeth not unlike the Skaven, glinting in the moonlight. It drove him to a state he couldn't quite control, so full of emotion and rage at their quest having come to naught, and Gunter as well...

His mind was filled with an unearthly howl that drowned out any whisperings the Chaotic energies within the Tomb might use, and even to Camilla's eyes, she would see a glow of silver along the fuller of his blade. "By Ulric and Sigmar..." he said, as Camilla dispatched the last of the Skaven. His voice did not have any magical enhancement, but the sheer determination nearly matched Theodric's pronouncement in weight. "I will tear the corruption off of you, if I have to use my own two hands."

Karl giggled impishly, his cloaked form wriggling within as if his body was that of a snake, or he had acquired new limbs. Either was possible, Cyrdic realized. If he wasn't so angry and encouraged to wrath by his sentient, Ulrican blade, he would have felt a sudden disgust at the thought. But instead it only fueled him. Thaddeus croaked a breath, blood spurting out of his mouth. But somehow Cyrdic knew he would live.

"You think you can save this one's body?" the former Gunter asked rhetorically, his voice a deep booming. The pits of black within his visor suddenly glowed, and two bronze irises appeared before fading away once more. "Your dead Gods will not aid you. Even with your sword, you cannot kill me. Neither shall I kill you. You are fated to die fighting one greater than I. But I can rend your soul and present you before the followers of the Blood God to do as he wills..."

"But not your little pet," Karl slithered, moving with a paradox of sluggishness accompanied with preternatural speed, gliding over dead ratmen towards Camilla. Her pistol trained upon him. "Oh, she is far too good looking for you, Cyrdic. Does she tire of you as you fear? Perhaps I could have a taste before the he who thirsts consumes her..."

Cyrdic slashed his blade across Karl's path. Almost effortlessly, Karl dodged the blow with a dance, though he backed away from Camilla. "Stubborn as usual I see," the figure mocked, a forked tongue slithering out into the light to lick scarred, broken lips. "When will you realize your souls do not belong to you."

"Karl," Cyrdic said, shaking. "I'm sorry..."

As Karl laughed, Cyrdic lunged at him with a ferocious leap. Karl widened his smile, opening his robed sleeves to reveal where he once had hands, they were now fingers of bladed ivory. Cyrdic missed with his first swipe, and with his next thrust as well. Theodric himself strode forward, hefting his runic blade. It looked as if Theodric would flank Cyrdic and kill him. However, a loud crack sounded from behind Cyrdic, the bullet of Camilla's pistol rang out and struck Karl. Though no normal bullet could kill him, it staggered him, giving Cyrdic the time to lop off his old friend's head. He hoped by his patron Gods that Karl's soul was now saved.

Cyrdic spun, meeting Theodric in a guard, blocking the hellmetal blade with his Urlican sword. Both blades glowed in a contest of strength, one God against another. "Feel your fate crashing upon you, mortal." Theodric/Gunter laughed. "Upon the throne of Skulls, you shall be sacrificed."

Cyrdic exchanged blows with Theodric. He sidestepped a swing that would have ripped him in half. He had fought Chaos Chosen before, but even now he was still in awe at their speed in such impregnable armor. The mercenary backpedaled in a feint, then suddenly leaped and crashed his blade down onto Theodric, who blocked it without a second thought and shot his metallic fist out. Cyrdic barely gave way with a twist of his body. If he hadn't dodged, even his granite musculature would have been knocked away like so much chaff. Cyrdic did not stop however, meeting Theodric's blade again, knocking it wide and take a swing at his midsection. He managed it, but could not trade it with a similar blow and did not press with strength, so as to dodge the riposte. Theodric's blade tore off Cyrdic's armor like so much paper, leaving a gash along his abdomen. Cyrdic would not stop. He-

"Upon the throne of Skulls, you shall be sacrificed."

Sigmar's Hammer. "Camilla!" He cried, and began to press the attack. Left, up, feinting low and attacking from the left once more. His stamina enhanced by his sword. "The throne! Hack at its wooden frame! Destroy it!"
@Penny

No Turning Back - Surving the Abyss

Hal McCormick

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Gunfire in the distance. Muted shouting within the brush. The blood was caked along his skin. Sticky and old. From yesterday. Hal coughed and sucked in a breath of air, sick with soot and the smell of burnt flesh. His squad under heavy fire for hours. He could not recall when he had water last. It was what he had been trained to endure. But the death of his soldiers...that was something he was unprepared for. He could still see their faces when the Napalm detonated...

Hal awoke with a start, which to most would still seem as if a ghost had aroused. A 'start' was him taking a small intake of breath off beat from his usual sleep pattern, and his eyes opened without listening to see who was nearby. In the Central American jungle, where you slept and ate and shit while under the threat of enemies not three paces away in the dense foliage, he had been hard wired for efficiency and discreteness.

Hal sighed, and swung his legs off his bed. Rubbing the center of his forehead with his palm, he decided to go get some food first off. It still didn't feel real, the realization that he would never again step on terran soil. But he would need to get used to it. A quick dress and outfitting later, and he stepped out of his room in dutiful gear. The uniform and helmet fit snugly on his body, and his primary weapon was lazily held in his hands. It was an M356 Assault Rifle, the heavy caliber grandchild of the old M16.

Once he checked in, he went on duty. He passed through the corridors of the living areas, followed by the hanger sector. Surveying both twice would take the entire day. But he did not see the end of one round of his service before the alarms went off, and his world was filled with red and black as the signal was given. Suddenly his comm was flooded with incoming information of the impending Devastator attack, and crowds of frightened personnel suddenly appeared in his vision.

"Attention!" He cried over the throng of shouting and frightened people. His voice a powerful and commanding beacon of noise that drew the eyes and ears of those around him. "Get to your designated stations. Proceed calmly and in good order! Move!" He ordered, and repeated the orders as the crowd turned into a rough line, rank and file. "Move move!"

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

Will have a post by tomorrow.

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil stepped out of the aircar, laughing and patting the back of one of the planetary defense officers. Whether you were for or against the Highlander crew when it came to their arrival or status within the government, they were highly controversial figures. He'd taken no time in assuming that role with the authorities, bragging about past exploits and being more than amiable with their probing questions and curiosity.

As they exited their transportation, an amalgamation of gathered citizens; fans, horded to catcall and shout at the crew. The officers held them back. Neil saw there were plenty of curious guys, but there was a majority of women here.

"Taya! Where do you get your outfits!?"
"Neil! Are you and Junebug dating!? What about the Prince!?"
"Junebug, I love you!"
"Neil, I'll suck your-"

"Get them inside!" The lieutenant yelled, practically shoving the crew indoors through one of the smaller, more common entrances to the Palace. They were received readily by Palace guards, giving them directions for their quarters through the city sized structure. Once they made it past prying eyes and ears, they began to speak.

"The PDO told me that they have a few suspects, though none they would go against unless they had unrivaled evidence." Neil said, running a hand through his dark hair and sighing. "But they decided to give me some information off the record after we played some cards...they think it's either a Senator Giaus, or one of Aiden's siblings. As for the why...weaken the prince's position probably."

"Those bastards." Taya breathed.

Neil looked at her, surprised. Taya suddenly blushed. "Sorry, I just can't see why they don't just accept the ascension. He's such a fine man. Wouldn't they also have an easier time working with him rather than against, anyway?"
@Penny

The Political Thread

I wasn't even aware about their testing facility being damaged. Then again I haven't follow the North Korea stuff that has been in the news recently very closely. That is probably the reason they're wanting talks.

Tombs & Treks: A Pulp Roleplay

Ok everyone, I'll give us until Wednesday for us to post in the collab so Penny and I could update the plot past introductions around the weekend. So reply while you can if you wish!