So...what do they say about God-moding? It's only allowed if your dialogue partner has disappeared...or died?
I'm sure there is a work around for those who want to post. :)
I'm sure there is a work around for those who want to post. :)
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“There is no such thing as a new idea. It is impossible. We simply take a lot of old ideas and put them into a sort of mental kaleidoscope. We give them a turn and they make new and curious combinations. We keep on turning and making new combinations indefinitely; but they are the same old pieces of colored glass that have been in use through all the ages.”
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*sigh*
They were also one of my favorite metal bands growing up, so stick that in your pipe and smoke it! SUCKA!
#lotsoflovefortreue
They were also one of my favorite metal bands growing up, so stick that in your pipe and smoke it! SUCKA!
#lotsoflovefortreue
I knew that Neimoidian had something up his slimy sleeves!
*tries to launch an EMP but quickly realizes there are none*
*tries to launch an EMP but quickly realizes there are none*
@POOHEAD189 It might also make sense for you to enter the story once we're clear of the asteroid station...or, perhaps he slipped onto the ship while it was being unloaded back at the docking bay and has had to move around to keep from being detected?
@frapet Any thoughts?
@frapet Any thoughts?
@Xandrya Yep, thought manipulation can really suck for the one on the shit end of the stick.
Sorry @Empath, I guess you don't want to piss Leila off too much because you may wake up in a cold, dark corner rocking back and forth and scribbling the lyrics to a Flock of Seagulls song on the wall.
Or so I've heard...
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Sorry @Empath, I guess you don't want to piss Leila off too much because you may wake up in a cold, dark corner rocking back and forth and scribbling the lyrics to a Flock of Seagulls song on the wall.
Or so I've heard...
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Posted...sorry for the slight delay.
What could the crew of the Milano be hiding O.o?
Oh, and I couldn't help but to add that last line for posterity ;)
What could the crew of the Milano be hiding O.o?
Oh, and I couldn't help but to add that last line for posterity ;)
“E-V, current status report with the Milano...”
The Agent stated bluntly to his navigation droid, tiring of the games the asteroid station’s Flight Control continued to keep up, and to what end? Are they looking for something that may or may not be there? Has the First Order decided to take matters in their own hands? Gavon knew he had a chance, at least one successful chance, to diffuse the situation if it hit that point, but he didn’t want to reveal his hand too early on.
“Sir, it would appear that the Milano’s course has changed, and they are drifting toward the docking coordinates.” The droid’s head spun just short of one hundred and eighty degrees to face it’s master. “I would suspect, Sir, they are in line to be boarded...”
“Ok, so as usual, a ship full of wayward smugglers have caused several red flags to go up at a security checkpoint. What else is new?”
Gavon returned to the communications console, and activated the receiver to open a secure channel once again.
“Flight Control this is Enforcer One, stand down your search and seizure on the transport vessel Milano, per instructions of the First Order.”
The Agent released the comms button, and hoped his current employers had not already communicated with Pressy's Tumble for another matter entirely. “This whole situation seems a bit out of sorts” He mumbled to himself just before the comm crackled to life.
“Copy that Enforcer One, we await the proper clearance codes for consideration of your request.”
“Consideration? These are...geez, forget it. Sending now...” Gavon quickly scanned the list of codes, found a match, keyed in the proper sequence per protocol, and awaited their response.
“What the hell ever happened to ‘absolutes’? Apparently they died with the Empire” He mused, wondering why clearance codes from a First Order controlled mining outpost would ever be simply “considered”.
“I hate to say it E-V, but I have a bad feeling about this…”
The Agent stated bluntly to his navigation droid, tiring of the games the asteroid station’s Flight Control continued to keep up, and to what end? Are they looking for something that may or may not be there? Has the First Order decided to take matters in their own hands? Gavon knew he had a chance, at least one successful chance, to diffuse the situation if it hit that point, but he didn’t want to reveal his hand too early on.
“Sir, it would appear that the Milano’s course has changed, and they are drifting toward the docking coordinates.” The droid’s head spun just short of one hundred and eighty degrees to face it’s master. “I would suspect, Sir, they are in line to be boarded...”
“Ok, so as usual, a ship full of wayward smugglers have caused several red flags to go up at a security checkpoint. What else is new?”
Gavon returned to the communications console, and activated the receiver to open a secure channel once again.
“Flight Control this is Enforcer One, stand down your search and seizure on the transport vessel Milano, per instructions of the First Order.”
The Agent released the comms button, and hoped his current employers had not already communicated with Pressy's Tumble for another matter entirely. “This whole situation seems a bit out of sorts” He mumbled to himself just before the comm crackled to life.
“Copy that Enforcer One, we await the proper clearance codes for consideration of your request.”
“Consideration? These are...geez, forget it. Sending now...” Gavon quickly scanned the list of codes, found a match, keyed in the proper sequence per protocol, and awaited their response.
“What the hell ever happened to ‘absolutes’? Apparently they died with the Empire” He mused, wondering why clearance codes from a First Order controlled mining outpost would ever be simply “considered”.
“I hate to say it E-V, but I have a bad feeling about this…”
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