PrinceAlexus

Paradise Lost

Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr

Ren was doing her best to rest and get a nap in when she was interrupted and tried to fight it, tried to go back to sleep even if that sleep was full of claws, bugs and running. The flames, chaos and leaving on the last wave of transports on her orbital station. She hoped her friend made it. He had been a good friend even if they did not know each other long during the time holding the place together and helping to keep bugs out as long as they could ... .they did. In the end they held until only the doom cultists remained and those mentally unable to carry on.

Her eyes cracked open and she gave him a tired look, turning her head and grumbling that she needed sleep in her native language. “Dr, Xeno, Bio Sciences. I have as much time as you and less grey, you liked me at that bar. My head is spinning far too much for post apocalypse romance this miniute.." She said with a little snark for being woken up, the small for her race Keiller woman was not the best running on this little energy and a pounding skull.

“worked for bio. Security, I just need a nap… walls where moving, tired, heat. Fight.” She said with a slow pace, forcing her brain to work even despite the feeling like she got hit by a truck. Closing her eyes she breathed slowly and tried to calm down her mind and focus, making a slow count as she completed her little ritual. “I do not know the ship, maybe a hydroponics bay… Xeno stuff, not even sure who or what here. I barely escaped my station before it fell. Then I had to flee again.” She said more with it, more like Ren's normal speech, though she had to slow her pace and keep breathing softly to help keep her thoughts in neat lines.

“Right now I'm just alive. I have no idea what we even doing.” Ren said as she did her best to maintain her ability to keep kinda intelligent.

@Flarbinia

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Banned. You havw 2 less days

How high can we count before a mod gets involved?

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Empire of the Clouds

The post captain nodded and listened to the Col who seemed to have some idea of what might happen in the next few days. They had tailors and had to get fancy outfits for a royal event. Alas his dress uniform was probably burned or loot… damn hard to get a comfortable dress uniform. Bloody columnists. He also had blood on his current uniform and would need at least a copy making that roughly matched. Having to use a knife was messy, too damn messy.

“Thankyou Col. Your hospitality is welcomed and appreciated. Hurry up and wait, we are all familiar with that axiom of military life. Gold, that is always the question, problem and the answer. And all 3 can be true at once.” That was all they could do, Harry to the city, risk life and limbs and now wait. A royal event would be an interesting distraction regardless, strange they invited but he guessed their arrival had not gone unnoticed or what they carried would be unknown. “Even though it is a airship and not a dreadnought, I can say I have grown to like her. I hope she is well taken care of. I hope it weathers the storms as well as it did for us.” He said politely, the ship had saved their lives, a degree of attachment was far from unexpected.

“I would appreciate a map to the telegraph office, I'd hate for my sister in Favis to think I'm dead, take my celler or my brother take our fathers desk, never get it back off his ministry office. Being dead would mean far too much time and paperwork.” He also had a more official encoded message to send that would be more sensitive, he had to report their losses, potential intelligence breaches and the potentially killed or captured among his people if it had not already been sent. Of course they would likely know, but it was only polite to not engage in public acknowledgement of more sordid matters around the table right now.

If there was a Favis consulate, he could get them to send a more complicated brief then via telegram and also find out a more accurate picture of events from their military intelligence and others. Also whoever sent estimates for the columnists needed to really revise those… They were capable of fast and rapid advance, a real field army, not some semi military system. The Navy needed to prepare and take them seriously.

That was another job to do. He took a pull from a hip flask as he looked about the room. “Some of our fellowship are far from home, lost their trades, homes or just have clothes off their backs. So if I might politely ask, that some kind of support is made available. They have shown nerve and bravery, even in difficult times and such should not go without note.”

He finished, it was not too much to ask when they delivered a fortune in gold from under the enemy's nose and denied the enemy a major strategic and economic victory. He doubted they got it all but with it the red war industry would be able to better trade or purchase technology than they would now.

He was a little verbose but he was also clear on his aims and polite to their hosts. The officers might be better placed but some like the brave private or civilians had less resources or fellows to call upon. Even if it was just winter clothes, food and ability to get home / to where they chose.

@Dyelli Beybi

Chronicles of Minadra

We've had a slowish launch. Is anyone still wanting to intro a character, otherwise I'll skip us straight to the ruins in the next post.

@Dyelli Beybi

Im good to move on, theirs not much I can do bar react to things.

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Banned. Your now enrolled onto baking for dummies. How to bake gingerbread by the muffin man. A extension of necromancy Inc bakery stores and school.

Just sign here in blood to commit your soul to become the best Baker in the multiverse..

Paradise Lost

Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr

Ren frowned, he did not even have a chance to tell her where the pain killers were kept so she could grab one and find a sofa for five minutes? Bug casualties could not be that bad surely? They barely had a dozen on the lower decks and yes, wounded but they surely had more than one doctor aboard this boat?

No internal injuries, yes she felt like she had been ran over though as the adrenaline began to ramp down and her system began to process all the last few hours. She was not dying but he'll, she felt like got hit pretty damn hard if she was honest. Who the hell had blown the station, this evacuation was downright chaos worse than her station's final hours.

“Fine, you have a sofa in back. Yeah, I'll take a nap then. Be more use , head not spinning and walls moving. Your bedside manner and bed manner are the same it seems.” Ren said and leaned against the wall and made way to a dim back office space to crash on a sofa curling up under a thin blanket.

Disaster and her high sagged as she closed her eyes and made self comfortable on a cushion as a pillow. Even with all the noise she was soon asleep and resting, her sleep was mentally peaceful but it was sleep.

@Flarbinia

Empire of the Clouds

Captain Le Mariner was used to planning and logistics, when you lost , you tended to end up planning, or on the side of a desk rather than a gun or a warship's decks. He had spent many hours stuck in his long tedium but these lessons were starting to eventually come together into a thought.

A rather strange thought as others were worried about exact political and grand strategy but this was rather the side topic but a very important one also.

“Agh, I have a question..” he said, as he had a little pause for drama and room to come to focus.

“In a more sustained term, we have all these gentlemen here from our generous hosts, our crew. Depending what we do, we need to manage the … vegetables of the meal. We need fuel not urgently but we ran heavy and fast, many of us left uniforms and basic gear behind, we will need to undertake minor repair, food reserves, coffee, fresh food and water, if we intend to carry on our travels, we need our host's assistance.”

Yes they had reserves for a while but this trip sounded longer than planned and they did not have infinite reserves. “Also, we need to identify potential safe harbours in case we take battle or storm damage, should we locate a destination to seek out.”

“Our strategy and plans may vary but we cannot live off our luck it was stocked forever. Depending on mass, krupus pattern light superstructure plate, for gondola positions, shields for guns, and to plate our engine units weakest angle vs ground fire. Would not hurt. We nearly lost a man, and that may have saved him. Maybe a light pedestal 2 pounder mount for prow.”

He said, armour might help keep and protect the crew, it was an airship but they did not have to be a flying weak point. He was used to a surface navy, not an air navy but they could maybe run to a little armour and artillery.

But fresh food, water supply, fuel would be always in demand even if they were parked. They needed provisions for the ship and crew.