POOHEAD189

Most anticipated Games of 2018-2019

Metro, definitely. Hopefully Fallout 76 is good.

God, they need to stop making Assassin's Creeds.

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil was checking the back corridor as the Highlander exploded onto the scene, sending the aircar tumbling down nearly a kilometer to the ground to wreck a perfectly good roof of the lower compound. Fortunately, it meant that they had a ticket out of here. He took one last glance down the hall, and then closed the doors, locking them from the inside and then shooting the control panel, causing the stunning woman to squeal in fear.

That was when Junebug called out her idea.

Neil pointed at her. "You see, this is why you're the Captain." He yelled with a wide grin. The room they were in was extravagant and large, and with a quick glance he could tell it was often used by the royal occupants. There had to be something here for them to take. Especially since their money might not have been wired yet. He wasn't about to leave without getting something from this whole venture other than some infamy and a few stories.

He took a few moments to toss aside some chairs in the room. Sayeeda kicked down an ornate table that was likely an heirloom, and Neil kicked aside the kindling to find nothing but some old memorabilia from the family history, medals and such. They could check under the Queen sized bed or rip apart the canopy. Maybe they cou-

His eyes turned to the beauty that cowered on the couch, and he raised his gun at her. She squeaked, eyes wide. "Don't worry!" He said to her. "We won't hurt you. Just tell us where the valuables are and we'll let you live!" Neil had every intention of letting such a good looking woman live, but he wasn't about scaring her to get some valuables. It seemed getting shot the day previous and being held at gunpoint made whatever willpower she might have had deteriorate.

"Under the bed!" She screamed and ducked her head into her lush bosom, covering her extravagant gun with her hands. Neil left her to it, vaulting over the couch and making it over to the bed.

"Come in. Where are you two?" Taya asked over the comm.

"Hold on. We'll be there in a second." Sayeeda told her, and then gripped the bed frame. "On three." Neil gave a nod. "One, two, three." The furniture was moved across the room just far enough to reveal a hidden compartment under the bed. "Oh-ho-ho what have we here?" Neil murmured to himself. Sayeeda waved him back, and he leaped aside just as she vaporized the lock with her plasma pistol, the frighteningly hot greenish bolt causing the steel to sizzle.

Neil kicked the top of the compartment, and it swung open. Immediately, there was a glow. A ray of sparkling light emanated out of the small compartment. It took Neil a moment to realize the mineral that glowed a golden light was Aestimobium, a solid substance of ineffable quality that glowed like a thousand stars. Neil's jaw dropped, taken aback by the rare element. It was the rarest form of wealth in the galaxy. It was only one brick, but it was easily worth over ten times the amount of reward money they would have wired to them. Not to mention, it would put a bounty on their heads that would nearly match it once the recently superbious Aiden found out it was gone.

Neil picked it up, and tossed one of the sheets over it to keep the light from distracting them. Junebug and Neil shared smiles, and Junebug ordered the Highlander bay door to open. As Lonney would not doubt say, they had no time to lollygag. Within moments, they were on the Highlander and set to shoot off. Neil let Sayeeda handle the mineral while he sat down on the cockpit chair, turning on the planetary thrusters and placing all auxiliary power to the boost.

"Welcome back Cptn!. And you as well, Furst officah'!"

"Good to be back," Neil breathed, and punched it. The atmosphere, and the planet of Dar'Mond itself shrunk behind them as they entered outer space proper, and soon Neil had them outside of the range of any of the Dar'Mond planetary scanners. Two hours later, they entered the R.I.P. once more, and Neil took the time to relax. He stood up and stripped the finery off, taking the flak jacket off of his torso and tossing it to the side. He rolled up his vest and armor, and donned the white undershirt now scuffed from the whole debacle planet side. He went out into the corridor and into the 'mess hall,' expecting to find Junebug or Taya.
@Penny

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil was escorted to the Highlander by the High Guard (accompanied by an administrator), and in turn Neil himself escorted a very reluctant Taya. He had a feeling the girl didn't understand the gravity of the situation. Of course she saw everything transpire like he did, but she wasn't savvy enough to see the subtle looks Ranald and Aiden had given one another, nor the looks the guardsmen had with each other. He didn't expect they would kill or imprison Neil and Taya outright, but if they did not leave as soon as possible, they would likely find themselves languishing beside Junebug.

"What about our things?" Taya asked as they were led straight to the hanger. Neil shoved her forward. "We didn't bring anything, remember? Besides we'll have enough money to pay for whatever you might have left behind." He placed in the code to unlatch the doorway into the Highlander, the door hinges hissing as they pressurized. "Ello govna!" Lonney echoed from within. Neil then shooed Taya into the ship, causing her to squeak at the sudden urgency. She scrambled in. Neil made sure she was gone, and then turned to the administrator. "How do we get our money?"

"It will be wired to you once you leave the atmosphere. We have your credit account number."

"How convenient." Neil said, dripping with sarcasm.

The man looked offended at the implication. "Sir," he said, aghast. "I am not privvy to why you have earned such money, but I will have you know that once my king has given me an order, I obey. He has sent me to ensure-" The lanky man drew up the contract on his vidcaster. "-you and the lady Taya receive 120,000 credits. Now, if you will exit the hanger, you will receive your reward. I cannot promise anything if you test my master's patience, however."

Neil rolled his eyes. "Very well. Thank you." The rogue leaped onto the open hatch door, and hung off one of the pistons, dangling by a hand. With his free hand, he saluted the gathered group of armed men. "Have a nice life," and subsequently swung into the doorway, the hatch closing in slowly behind him. As soon as he realized they were alone, he let out a sigh. He smacked his cheeks to get his senses cleared, and then marched past the heavily wired corridor into the cockpit. Taya was in there waiting on him, arms crossed.

"Neil, what the hell are we doing?" she asked.

"Whoa-oa, language. Please," he quipped, opening up the OMDS and typing in a small algorithm. "What we are doing is getting rich. Now keep quiet for a sec, that's an order." Wheeling around the display mic, Neil opened up the comms and turned on the transfer beacon, switching channels until he heard a clear voice. "Hello, Highlander. Your airlane is 3490470. Please leave in an orderly fashion. Hanger exit code #18470234."

"Thank you so much, we'll get out of your hair." Neil said, and turned the comm off.

"Neil!" Taya lectured. "That pompous outfit might make you look fit for Captain, but we can't just lea-"

"Go find out what satellite is in airlane 3490470," Neil said, pointing at her. Taya didn't move, instead glaring at him. Neil had to roll his eyes a second time, and then he tugged on his vest. "One, this outfit is not pompous. It's stylish and tactical. And two, we're going to bust Sayeeda out of here. No fucking planet betrays us and takes our Captain. But we can't do that unless you do your job, understand deckhand Taya?"

She gaped, and elation was evident in her eyes. He had to urge her again, but she scuttled off to search the planet airlane logs, and came back with the information that Satellite X094 was merely forty galactic kilometers away from the airlane. "So, what are we going to do?" She asked him, impatient to hear the plan. Neil had been busy typing in a more elaborate algorithm while she had gone searching for the number.

"We are going to split up." Neil said, which caught her off guard. He raised a hand to halt her questions. "You, are going into the atmosphere with Lonney. I am placing a flightplan in Lonney now. When he gets into orbit, you are going to hack into the satellite with a frequency, and cut out all communications to this sector of the planet. Understand?" To say it was ludicrous was an understatement. It would be highly difficult for anyone to pull off such a hack, and even if they succeeded, it would cause untold kilometers to lose services. Perhaps the entire capital city.

"I don't think-" she began, but Neil cut her off. "Can you do it?"

"...Yes. What about you?"

"After you do that, Lonney's next plan, when you are done with your job, will fly back to the top of the palace in our guest wing, where Sayeeda and I will meet you on the balcony. Open the door and we'll head up. Understand?... Understand?"
"I do." she said, clearly at a loss as to what to say. She then smiled to herself and giggled. Neil blinked, looking very much like a perplexed royal himself, decked out in his finery and sitting in the Captain's chair. "What?"

"I knew you had a thing for her but, I didn't think you'd end up being a better prince charming than Aiden." She mused. Neil deadass just stared at her. "Can we focus? 'Cause we can still just leave."

"No no, sorry." She said, biting her lip. "But still, how do you plan on breaking her out?"

"Oh, me? No, I've done this plenty of times."

He spent the next quarter of an hour arming himself, placing a flak vest underneath his slimming, broad shouldered and very royal attire. He had a plasma pistol set into the groove of one of his pockets, and had his own gun on the back of his pants. He slipped on his utility belt, and then strapped thirty feet of rope. You never knew when you needed it after all. Once he was outfitted, he made it to the open hatch door under the Highlander. He was glad for that mercenary shootdown the other day. If he hadn't of gone under the Highlander earlier, he wouldn't have noticed the easy access vent near the edge of the platform. The pilot opened the hatch and began to climb down.

"Good luck," Taya said to him, giving a smile. Neil was always endeared to her sincerity. It really balanced out his crass behavior and terrible jokes. He smiled back. "You too, girly. Keep the engine running."

The hatch closed behind him, and as the Highlander lifted off, no one was close enough to see the slim form of the thief crawling into the ventilation shaft under the landing platform, making his way further and further into the complex. His memory served him well, soon he found he was just at the edge of a steep shaft shooting straight upward. He began to climb up, placing his hands and feet at each side to shimmy up with, finally making it to the fourth floor and hauling himself into that shaft.

"Ssss crsssshhhh" Neil's comm relayed, static overriding any discernible message. Neil placed a hand to his ear. "Captain?" He said aloud, having recognized the voice. But he received nothing but static feedback. Judging by the feedback however, he could guess the wing she was located in. He needed to go east. Luckily, further thought led him to believe she was being escorted it was the guard station near where he had found the body of Aiden's dead sister. "Well...fuck." he said aloud, his voice softly echoing down the chamber. "At least I know where she is now."

He began to crawl again, thanking all the Gods that the ventilation in this place was vast indeed, meaning the shafts were large enough for him to crawl comfortably. It was when he was nearly three quarters of the way there that he suddenly heard a large shocking screech from his comm, and he gasped. The noise was almost unbearable, and then it was silence. His eyes welled with moisture, and he wheezed. "Good job Taya." he whispered, and after he got over the shock, he continued on his way at a greater pace. The comms wouldn't be dead for long.

By the time he made it round the corner to the facility, he was tired and sweating. But looking through one of the opening vents, he could see two Dar'mond guards lounging at a control panel, talking to one another about the regional Flipball game. The first one was goading the second one into a bet, two for one odds. The other denied the chance, saying he wasn't the type to risk on a game. Neil wanted to think of something witty to say, but he took the time to simply unholster his gun, and counting to three, he unhooked the latch and fell down three meters into their midst.

They didn't have time to react before they were both shot, Neil's aim and quick shooting impeccable at close range. Unfortunately, his high caliber gun echoed loudly. Junebug, and likely other guards would have heard it. Neil took no time in procuring the identification key from the belt of one of the dead men, and he slid into the chambers where the prisoners were kept. Neil would literally slide into Sayeeda's view, sweating and with hair tousled.

"Sup babe."

He unlocked her cell door, and tossed her the key and then a plasma pistol. "I know I should have been quieter about it, but you know me." He winked. "We have about an hour before we're all discovered via camera, so we need to get the fuck out of here."
@Penny

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Skaldi recovered himself, having been thrown aside by one of the concussive force of one of the Dragon Ogre's lightning blows. Any man of the empire or Kislevite horseman would have been broken, but the Dawi were made of stubborn stuff. He cursed in Khazalid, and set his jaw firmly, eyes blazing. The Dragon Ogre itself was preoccupied. Distracted was a better term, the bolt that had shorn off a bit of its skin causing it to glare balefully at the witch.

Skaldi was of one of the Elder races, learned in old lore. What was history and legend to them, was myth to the men of the group. Dragon Ogres were known only by the darkest stories of Chaos. Cyrdic was no scholar, but he had heard many of the legends. If what he knew about Dragon Ogres was true, then this beast they faced was likely older than civilization itself, and its lifespan would likely outlast the world.

Konrad had been obliterated, and Luka had been maimed. Ivan stayed by his comrade as he lay bleeding to death on the ground. Dietrichia began to incant once more, her eyes full of wild fear. Cyrdic had just thrown himself out of the way of a blow that shattered stone, catching himself on a boulder. He searched for Camilla, and saw her on the ground behind one of the larger rocks, clutching her sword. He saw she was alive, and that was enough. Ivan too. His eyes fell to Dietrichia, and he saw her glow with power. His eyes must have been playing tricks upon him, for he saw the very air twinkling around the sorceress before a wind that tore at even the rocks ripped across the landscape, contained within the area of the Dragon Ogre.

The creature seemed nearly unaffected, its body growing rigid and its clawed feet digging into rock as it roared its own spell, the language archaic and unintelligible, but the force of the chaos within it began to tug at Cyrdic's sanity. Suddenly the hurricane winds were shattered, and Dietrichia was thrown back into the crags like a tossed doll. Yantz was now on the ground, curled into the fetal position as his eyes bled from being within too close proximity to the chaos spell woven by the beast. He looked alive, though. Cyrdic hoped the sorceress was.

He gripped his runic sword, his teeth bared as he gathered his strength and leaped at the Dragon Ogre, his sword turned into an overhand grip. His runic sword plunged into the creature's thigh, digging deeply. With a brutal roar of pain, its gaze fell on Cyrdic with hatred. The very gargantuan, human head opened its gaping maw to reveal teeth like a rabid wolf's, and reared its head back as if to bite Cyrdic, hefting its hammer. The Ostlander tore his sword out of the beast to defend himself, certain he couldn't block a hammer blow directly.

"No!" Camilla screeched from the side, simultaneously a cry in Khazalid announced Skaldi from behind. His bearded axe chopping into the otherside of the Dragon Ogre, cutting into its midsection below its legs. Cyrdic rolled, the hammer blow now clumsier but still lethal. It missed Cyrdic, but the weight of the blow sent him spinning into the gravel of the landscape heavily, unable to tell up from down.

All he knew was that if they couldn't think of something, they would all die here.

"Ve maust flee!" Ivan called out, dimly heard over the roars and crack of stone. He looked about ready to charge in a second time if they were not able to run, or more likely to give the others time to. Cyrdic would not let the big man do that for him, though he couldn't argue with the man's fears.
@Penny

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

<Snipped quote by POOHEAD189>



@The Fated Fallen

@The Fated Fallen

Did u tag yerself

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

So, how are the collabs coming along?

Old Hobby

Welcome to the guild!

Tombs & Treks: A Pulp Roleplay

Going to be moving it along this week. If anyone else wants to post, now is the time!

Retaking the Front (40k Astra Militarum Roleplay, Currently Full)

AYE.

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil had been admired by a few women before, and he often felt an instinctual, playful elation in a way only a man could. He realized he felt something extra when Sayeeda gave him a look of interest. Maybe it was pride. He'd felt somewhat miffed that she'd never at least checked him out before, so her doing it here was a pleasing change of pace. Or maybe it actually hit home they were going out. He shrugged it off, either way he didn't mind.

"Taya, what are you talking about?" Neil said incredulously, waving her off. "You're the one who always looks good. We're the ones that look like we've been through wood chippers."

---

Neil kept an eye on Taya to make sure she didn't feel left out, and he enjoyed the free food. Though he kept by Junebug throughout the party. Unfortunately, they hardly had any time to enjoy it before they were called forth before Aiden. Unfortunately, it went tits up almost immediately. He knew Aiden couldn't have been as perfect as he portrayed himself to be, but this was, as the kids say, horseshit. He expressed as much through his sarcasm. But he couldn't keep Aiden from arresting Junebug under charges even Neil found hilarious.

"Hey whoa, hold on." Neil said, holding his hands up between the officers and Junebug, halting their approach. The men didn't show emotion behind their helmets, but they did slow. "Under interstellar law, this is a contested case-"

"For heroism-" Aiden continued, speaking over Neil and imploring his men to continue their advance. They did so at his motion, pushing past Neil to apprehend Junebug. "and bravery, you are to receive 120,000 units of credit, and as you were not in agreement with the perpetrators I wish to apprehend, you and lady Taya are free to leave, if you vacate the planet within six galactic hours and never return."

The hall had quieted fully at that point, and Neil realized he had the room's full, undivided attention as they restrained his Captain and date. For a moment, Neil wasn't necessarily certain what he would do. Taya seemed torn, and near the verge of tears and shouting at Aiden. On the one hand, Neil had never passed up such a large sum of money before. One could retire on that amount of money in luxury, even at his age. He realized all he would need to do give the word fly away, and he would receive a fortune, one that he would only need to split in two ways.

On the other hand, that was his fucking date.

"Who the hell do you think I-"

"First officer," Junebug barked, snapping him to attention. The pilot blinked, halting his hand that had been inching toward his concealed firearm. He gave Junebug a look that showed he was having none of this, but her iron gaze shut down anything he was about to try. He seemed to hesitate, and he let out a sigh. Taya looked between the two, and Neil gave a light bow as he acquiesced to Aiden's offer. "Your Highness, thank you. The Lady Taya and I are most grateful, and we will accept this offer."

"_What!?" Taya whispered ferociously, glaring at Neil and opening her mouth to give Aiden and Neil an earful of her mind. Neil returned her look, grabbing her arm to keep her quiet. "_{I have a plan. Let's just go. Now shut up and curtsey, soldier.}" He ordered her. Taya's mind caught up with her, and realized that even though he never really used the authority, Neil outranked her in the crew and was now effectively the captain if Junebug was under arrest. She fumed, but visibly pulled herself together and curtseyed. Neil curtseyed too, and they left.
@Penny