Konan375AFTER FIVE LONG YEARS, THE SERENA POST IS UP.
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Serena merely smiled as Tanya debriefed them. Not the Captain type hmmm? She thought, giggling slightly to herself. She raised her hands defensively as she was accused of being the on to give them their names, mock indignation covering her face. "Not true! It's because we don't plan we just kinda throw things together and pray. And my droids don't blow spectacularly in my face all the time! I repaired Del without any problems!" She huffed, gesturing towards the newly repaired drone behind her.
She grinned as Tanya dismissed them, giving a salute and mouthing 'Aye, aye Captain' as she turned and left with the rest of the group. She'd already sent Tanya her reply.
You'll have to pry me from your side. After this job and Drono's back is fixed, which shouldn't take more than a day or so, we'll go, though I suspect I won't be the only one with you. Unless you want to do it by yourself without an annoying drone mechanic running along with you.-SM
Drono, as soon as Serena returned to her quarters in the hangar, Got his own personal message as well.
We would never imply that our explosives obsessed, swaggering, cocky, sneaky Drell is mentally unstable! One mission, and we'll all be ready to fix you up good as new. Are you sure you don't want me to just replace your feebl-I mean, weakened, spine with robotics?-SM.
Hazan was the last set of her messages.
Given the rather unbending time constraints of Drono and Tanya's requests, lethally in Drono's case, I think you'll have to wait a while before we can break into Bounty Hunting systems. Fear not! We shall and will break into the systems and erase every bit of your existence from their hardware, software, and minds! Not literally of course...unless you want me to start lobotomizing some key people? -SM
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Serena gave a brief perusal of the shipyard with much disappointment. It was just a bunch of ships with no mechs. Useless, useless, extra useless. She sighed, returning to the main area. There was nothing for her here. Drono, Iosif, and Dex were doubtlessly going to have a ball running through the ships and checking all of them. Alone. I swear to God, if Dex and one of them comes back with that damn 'I just had sex' look. I'm going to have them both sprayed in the face with water. She knew they were going to anyways, but there as a small chance they wouldn't and she'd be pleasantly surprised. I'd love to be pleasantly surprised, just once. She wandered off to the med bay. Weapons weren't her forte, and they didn't have any mechs for her to use. Besides. She had seen Vellios and Hazan making their way over to the location and she wanted to extract a promise from Vellios. This whole mission was giving her bad vibes. Not in the least because they were overarming them. Too many guns for a simple infiltration and observation.
Something was going to go terribly wrong. And their employers knew it. Regardless, it was a job and a mission. They could only go through with it.
She practically squealed as she was handed a box of old drone parts that the base couldn't use. Even if it was old an ancient and damn near useless. She could make it work. Thus, Serena passed her time on the Borealis repairing what she could and scrapping what she couldn't. She tossed everything into the box when it was time to leave, boarding the shuttle with the rest of the observation crew.
Serena merely smiled at Iosif's commentary and rolled her eyes at Vellios' sulking. He always got like this when he was forced to recuperate. He'd start feeling better when it was time for him to do something productive. Until then he'd merely sulk and feel useless. As they landed and Serena picked up her load, she examined the jungle. She had never been much of an outdoorsy person, and had had only a few encounters of wilderness her missions with the Alliance. "It can't be that bad, can it?"
Serena was beginning to regret her decisions. Here she was, tramping through a damn jungle, going to observe some damn smugglers, when she could just call in a damn airstrike and have them all blown to damn hell. But nooooo, they had to play it by the books. I should have taken those acting classes. Would've been on the smuggling team, nice and comfortable and chatty, instead of stomping through this damned jungle. But no, I had to want to tinker with some damn robots. Said robots were floating behind her, colors clear like glass so that they were almost invisible if you didn't stare at them for too long. She glanced occasionally behind, her smiling at the sight of Vellios covering their tracks extensively. Whatever made him feel better. A sulky Vellios was an annoying Vellios.
Now if only I could get in air conditioning and a cool drink of water.
They arrived upon Hazan's location a few short moments agonizing days hellish years hours later, quickly establishing a base camp, hidden from prying eyes. Or, at the very least, any eyes that happened to glance up at the cliffside. Serena sat down, crossed her legs, and began handing out all her equipment with instructions (or threats, depending on who she was handing it too) not to break them.
"Right. Can we just have the others pull out, call in an airstrike, and call it a day? No? Of course not. Why would this be a simple mission through the abysmal jungle."
She grinned as Tanya dismissed them, giving a salute and mouthing 'Aye, aye Captain' as she turned and left with the rest of the group. She'd already sent Tanya her reply.
You'll have to pry me from your side. After this job and Drono's back is fixed, which shouldn't take more than a day or so, we'll go, though I suspect I won't be the only one with you. Unless you want to do it by yourself without an annoying drone mechanic running along with you.-SM
Drono, as soon as Serena returned to her quarters in the hangar, Got his own personal message as well.
We would never imply that our explosives obsessed, swaggering, cocky, sneaky Drell is mentally unstable! One mission, and we'll all be ready to fix you up good as new. Are you sure you don't want me to just replace your feebl-I mean, weakened, spine with robotics?-SM.
Hazan was the last set of her messages.
Given the rather unbending time constraints of Drono and Tanya's requests, lethally in Drono's case, I think you'll have to wait a while before we can break into Bounty Hunting systems. Fear not! We shall and will break into the systems and erase every bit of your existence from their hardware, software, and minds! Not literally of course...unless you want me to start lobotomizing some key people? -SM
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Serena gave a brief perusal of the shipyard with much disappointment. It was just a bunch of ships with no mechs. Useless, useless, extra useless. She sighed, returning to the main area. There was nothing for her here. Drono, Iosif, and Dex were doubtlessly going to have a ball running through the ships and checking all of them. Alone. I swear to God, if Dex and one of them comes back with that damn 'I just had sex' look. I'm going to have them both sprayed in the face with water. She knew they were going to anyways, but there as a small chance they wouldn't and she'd be pleasantly surprised. I'd love to be pleasantly surprised, just once. She wandered off to the med bay. Weapons weren't her forte, and they didn't have any mechs for her to use. Besides. She had seen Vellios and Hazan making their way over to the location and she wanted to extract a promise from Vellios. This whole mission was giving her bad vibes. Not in the least because they were overarming them. Too many guns for a simple infiltration and observation.
Something was going to go terribly wrong. And their employers knew it. Regardless, it was a job and a mission. They could only go through with it.
She practically squealed as she was handed a box of old drone parts that the base couldn't use. Even if it was old an ancient and damn near useless. She could make it work. Thus, Serena passed her time on the Borealis repairing what she could and scrapping what she couldn't. She tossed everything into the box when it was time to leave, boarding the shuttle with the rest of the observation crew.
Serena merely smiled at Iosif's commentary and rolled her eyes at Vellios' sulking. He always got like this when he was forced to recuperate. He'd start feeling better when it was time for him to do something productive. Until then he'd merely sulk and feel useless. As they landed and Serena picked up her load, she examined the jungle. She had never been much of an outdoorsy person, and had had only a few encounters of wilderness her missions with the Alliance. "It can't be that bad, can it?"
Serena was beginning to regret her decisions. Here she was, tramping through a damn jungle, going to observe some damn smugglers, when she could just call in a damn airstrike and have them all blown to damn hell. But nooooo, they had to play it by the books. I should have taken those acting classes. Would've been on the smuggling team, nice and comfortable and chatty, instead of stomping through this damned jungle. But no, I had to want to tinker with some damn robots. Said robots were floating behind her, colors clear like glass so that they were almost invisible if you didn't stare at them for too long. She glanced occasionally behind, her smiling at the sight of Vellios covering their tracks extensively. Whatever made him feel better. A sulky Vellios was an annoying Vellios.
Now if only I could get in air conditioning and a cool drink of water.
They arrived upon Hazan's location a few short moments agonizing days hellish years hours later, quickly establishing a base camp, hidden from prying eyes. Or, at the very least, any eyes that happened to glance up at the cliffside. Serena sat down, crossed her legs, and began handing out all her equipment with instructions (or threats, depending on who she was handing it too) not to break them.
"Right. Can we just have the others pull out, call in an airstrike, and call it a day? No? Of course not. Why would this be a simple mission through the abysmal jungle."
@Kho You got to understand, Ull didn't really want to fight Vowzra. They never had hatred between them so why not mourn his death? The way Ull sees it, although Vowzra had different views on the Jvan matter than Ull, he respects that, evident of the fact that he stopped arguing after seeing that Vowzra could not be reasoned with.
So yeah, Ull would pretty much mourn every god that died.
*Looks at Vestec and Logos*
https://youtu.be/oHC1230OpOg
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SHUSH YOU I HAD DIBS ON VAKARLON.
@Rtron Formal request, though, can I have dibs on Vakarlon's ending? I think I can get some use from it and tie it into the unresolved (albeit not particularly important) conflict between Jvan and Vulamera.
Sure!
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Daegon didn't do anything beyond materialising in the pre-Universe void. It may be simpler to assume he never existed, than to contrive some sort of story as to where he is now. Of course, that's up to you and the other GMs.
Added Demons to the third CS!
I kinda just want to use his essence to give to more Demons to make Lords. Vakarion's too.
I think a god-funeral will be a good thing to arrange. We need not restrict it just to Reathos. Vowzra will probably be dead by the time we get around to it, so we should include him too. Then there's Vulamera, who has become conspicuously absent, and we'll all figure it out eventually. We can also give a word to all those who faded into obscurity before they could do anything of interest (Mammon, Belruarc, Julkofyr, etc).
For reasons which are obvious, this should NOT be a collab. We should play it, for the most part, like normal play-by-post roleplaying, like we did for Turn 1. However, this raises a question: Who should be the one to announce the funeral and summon the gods together?
My vote goes to Kyre (@Kangutso). He's the sort of guy who would want to express that kind of sentiment.
Vestec still needs to clean up Vakarion and Daegon.
Unless anyone else has plans for them?
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I wonder, would the gods mourn the death of one of their own?
I mean, It's a big deal. Like. Really big.
Like, would the gods get together to sing a eulogy for the deceased god. Their sorrowful voices echoing throughout Galbar, covering it with a thick blanket of gloom that affects all living things etc. Basically, can we make a big deal out of it? I think I'd like to see that. It would also be a good opportunity for all the gods to get together in one place and make puny demigods with funny ideas like Lifprasil and Amartia, realise what exactly they are up against. One thing is is to have read things through a book and another is to see all the gods in one place, with their powerful auras flooding the place, especially when they are sad.
I'm mainly saying this cause I see that no one really reacts to Reathos' death. Another thing is to get trapped inside the Codex or merge with the Realm of Madness. Vulamera's and Mammon's essences are still present in the Universe so I find it believable that the gods did not realise that something's wrong with them.
But Vestec literally killed and mutilated Reathos. In the OOC OP it says that when a god dies, Its soul escapes the fabric of the Universe. So Reathos' essence would not be present in the Universe anymore. In my mind, other gods should very strongly feel the death of one of their own. Like, they lost a part of them forever?
I support this.
For once, Vestec wouldn't cause chaos.
Also: Added Death's artifacts and Destruction magic to Vestec's tab in the third CS.
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Wait you mean he isn't going to just let his son travel the world drinking wine and having a good time whilst getting others to do the same?
He's totally gonna do that.
There's just a fifty fifty chance of you either being loved or hated by everyone
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>.>
Uh huh.
WHO HAS HE BULLIED. HUH.
I have made a very bad decision joining this RP haven't I....
Nah.
That was made when you had Vestec for a dad.
HE ISN'T A BULLY. @BBeast
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