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Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

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Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

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Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil helped Woods to her feet, making sure she wasn't hurt anywhere. When she laughed and protested, Neil backed off and they shared a smile. Though it quickly was wiped off of his face when he heard the unmistakable sound of a knee to the face, and Neil spun and blinked just in time to see Sayeeda threatening the troops and storming out, past Sven and the others. Neil was afraid suddenly. Woods stepped beside him. "Is she ok?"

York had also seen, stepping out and opening his mouth. Neil grabbed the man by the shoulder, interrupting him. "Wait wait...just let her be." Neil advised. York looked bemused at the whole spectacle, and Neil could tell he would likely cite the procedure of striking a man of a terran outfit. But instead he asked 'Why the devil she was in such a fit."

"I don't know." Neil said, holding him back. "But you don't want to lose group cohesion so early, particularly by making Sayeeda even more angry. I'd rather fight Saxon."

"Neil can we get a damage report." the Captain's voice barked on the comm. Neil visibly nodded, even though she wasn't around to see. "Y-yeah, you got it."

Neil grabbed a jacket from his quarters and headed out of the loading area, the bay doors now firmly set in the snowy ground. As soon as he stepped out, he felt the icy wind cutting into him. He could see vast and tall trees, seemingly having crash landed in a Coniferous forest. He went around to the back to check the damaged hull. As he did so, Saxon stepped out in full armor, even his bestial head now encased in Xarconian metal and plascrete. Sven wore his normal beggar rags and cloak, seemingly unaffected by the weather.

Woods called to her men, and they stepped out in a practiced fashion, keeping eyes on their 12 o'clock, 8 o' clock, and 4 with rifles raised. Their winter gear now switched to white rather than the standard black, and goggles set above their eyes to put on and see through various forms of vision at a moment's notice. York stepped out with them, also only wearing a light jacket and seemingly able to take the weather much like Sven.

Once Neil had taken a look at the ship's perimeter, he called back to Sayeeda on the comm. "She's still able to fly, but not nearly at peak capacity, and the shields are damaged. We might take one standard hit before we're open to any attack. The...looks like the landing gear is also out of alignment, should be easy to fix though. The bad news is, we don't have much power left. I can maybe make it out of here but I can't go to any other system before I get more power cylinders."

"I trust you can fix that." she said bluntly, and the comm was shut off before he could reply.

"...Sure," he said to himself, and sighed.

Before them, trees stood tall, and a wall of white emanated off them as the wind whipped. Behind them, past the tree line, a mountain of fire licked the sky.
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Dark Streets - Urban Fantasy Noir

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Dark Streets - Urban Fantasy Noir

Why no more posts? Are you men or mice?

Damned to the Depths

Markus sat down and stared at the doorway, hand on his mouth and chin as he pondered. His fingers rubbed along the sandpaper-like texture of his newly shaven face. Even now he didn't know why he kept himself relatively clean shaven, as he hadn't needed to by anyone's admission but his own since he left the continent and became a sailor. Maybe it was one routine from his past life he didn't want to give up just yet.

"Luckily you brought us some news of a weapons cache." he said, referring to the Gnome woman. He didn't know the prospects of such a place, or how likely it was for a full pirate outfit to go and get the items. He supposed the fact she was caught at sea and not at the port was good news in their favor. Calliope watched him expectantly. "But even if we get more guns and powder, we won't have a crew for long if we don't do a successful haul."

"And what do you suggest?" She asked him.

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The water lapped along the longboat noisily, or at least it sounded loud to those on the craft. The moon was hidden this night, the only true source of light being the torches on the shoreline. That was good. Markus could draw his blade without the backsword glinting and giving away their position. He looked back over his shoulder where a coiled rope hung, though he'd already done it half a dozen times. The Weathered Witch behind them was dark, and no one had violated his orders and set a light.

He turned back to the shoreline, and in the faint glow that emanated off his eyes, he looked particularly fearsome this night. There was only a Skeleton crew left on the Sloop, with all cannons aimed at the outpost they now sailed toward. The triplettes, along with Sketti, Jax, Grimey, and Jim was aboard, with Sketti being the commanding officer on the ship. In the longboat, Markus and Calliope, along with Sron, Halvar, and Corsica held quiet with their weapons at the ready. Neither Markus nor Calliope could summon their magic yet, lest their be wards or a commissioned mage in the ranks of Soldiers that now took their sleep in turns.

They had found a small island on the map, one that Markus had heard tale of ships going to and from the little patch of sand in the middle of the Sea. During the war, it had been known as a stop for Dre Costan shipping lanes. Much Gold and Spices moved through here, and though there wouldn't be any large haul like they would find in the dowry, there were guns, swords, no doubt some stashed away treasures and trade goods, and above all, rum. In the distance, Markus could see the patrols walking to and fro in the torchlight, passing one another periodically.

They landed to the east of the bay, dragging the ship ashore silently and making sure their powder and steel was dry. Markus knelt down and reminded them of the plan.

"Sron, Corsica, and Halvar. Take out the sentries as silently as you can. When I give the signal..." he gave a knowing smile. "be as loud as you can. Calliope, with me."

The forest trees formed a semi circle around the small base, and there was no major fortification there save a single keep made of Seastone, overlooking the sea with various thatched window sills jutting out of the stone. Between it and the sea, various buildings collected along the sandy ground. Barracks, a stable, a smithy, a large cash of grain, an armory, etc. Markus and Calliope headed northeast, and waited along the ferns and watched the inner settlement from within the brush. Usually the fleet would keep any would-be attackers at bay, but after the war they had grown lax.

A fatal mistake, Markus knew. Just then, he saw a guard on the outskirts get ripped from his position at the barracks and yanked into the treeline. No scream. Markus went to his task, stepping as deliberately and quietly as he could, moving out of the jungle just as the sentry at the back of the keep turned. The man turned around, and opened his mouth to yawn. His eyes went wide like his mouth, and Calliope could only hear the barest muffled noise as Markus clamped the man's mouth shut and shoved his knife into the soldier's throat.

Above them, a patrolman casually strolled out of the balcony that overlooked the forest. Markus stayed completely still, unmoving at Calliope's insistence. She gave him the second signal moments later, and Markus began to make his way up along the side of the keep, gripping the rough sea stone, the lines of mortar being easy places to gain a foothold. It took less than a minute for him to make it to the balcony. He looked down at Calliope, and the woman shook her head fervently. Markus stopped, and his brows rose when she stepped out of the bushes and into the light, clearing her throat.

The sentry looked over the side, and was taken aback at seeing a shapely woman just standing there. He aimed his musket at her. "State your name miss!"

It gave Markus the time to hop onto the balcony behind him, and slit his throat. The blood spilled, dropping into the sand 20 feet below in an audibly parody of a puddle.

It didn't seem to matter. A shout of alarm was heard from within the settlement a quarter of a mile away. Markus sighed and uncoiled the rope, tying a makeshift stirrup, and then typing the top of it to the balcony, lowering it for Calliope. They hadn't given the signal yet, but this still worked in their favor. They still needed to find the Keep's commander and treasure room, and when they had, Calliope would have a vantage point to rain down her magic and destroy the rest of the resistance.
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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 2 (Completed)

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Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

"Alright, should be about a hundred kilometers away from the landing area." Neil said, redistributing the power supply and slowing the Highlander down. Steam erupted from a side valve to help cool the thrusters, and it brought an odd iron smell to the room. "If I was given the correct coordinates." He finished, hinting to York. The enhanced human gave a small laugh, patting Neil on the shoulder, assuring him that they had.

"Alright men!" Woods called to her team down the hallway. "Double check weapons! Anders, keep an eye on that-"

The Highlander slammed into something unknown and incomprehensible. It juttered so violently, Neil had thought it had hit the side of a mountain. Even with his seatbelt on, his head struck the console, and it was only thanks to there already being a metal plate in his skull that kept him from receiving a concussion. The others were luckier, not having anything close enough for them to crash into. Woods was flung into the wall, and by grace of her training, the safety was on in her gun.

The Highlander was now freefalling, and sensors beeped loudly in the crews ears as it plummeted out of the sky, smoke trailing. Lonney came up on the display. "Captain, First Mate, all power has been drained from the central systems. Auxiliary power is online, at 37%. Life support systems ar-"

They could breath and that was good enough for Neil. He cut Lonney off. "Us the Auxiliary to open the cylindrical core and insert a new cylander Lonney! Hurry!"

"Performing..."

The ship spun, and the vertigo was almost overwhelming. On the display, the view switched from forest to overcast sky over and over and over. Neil nearly began to lose consciousness, only by happenstance hearing a 'ping' from Lonney that signalled the task was done. With a scream, Neil returned the stabilizers and turned on the engines on low capacity, realigning the ship only half a kilometer over the forest.

"Reroute shields to the keel!"

The frigate smashed into the treeline, though Neil and Lonney had just managed to keep it from being a weighted comet. The Highlander hit the dirt and jumped, but it was controlled. Neil gritted his teeth as he kept it steady, the ship hauling through 3 kilometers of forest before it skidded to a full stop. Everyone in the cockpit was visibly shaken and relieved all at once. Neil checked Junebug and Taya to see if they were ok, then hastily unbuckled and vaulted over them to get to Woods, finding her on the floor but conscious. She'd had her helmet on, thankfully.

"You ok?"

She pulled him down and kissed him passionately. "We outta do that some more." she said.
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