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STATUS: For those wondering where I fucked off to ... the apple iphone 14 pre-order launch is this thursday and I work software dev for a cell carrier. Been a lil slammed. 4 yrs ago
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For those wondering where I fucked off to ... the apple iphone 14 pre-order launch is this thursday and I work software dev for a cell carrier. Been a lil slammed.
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As someone who once unironically used grey-on-black text .... don't. Its impossible to read on OLED screens, which include most modern phones.
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Sometimes I feel like this site is a Thai buffet. I'm sure there's delicious things here, but for the life of my I can't find anything that really speaks to me right now.
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When not prepping for my D&D table, I should spruce up some of my stuff here. Not all of my old content is the garbage I presumed it was. But some things I wrote we won't talk about ....
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Reflections on characters past: "Adi really was a spoiled brat. How did I ever think her motivations were compelling?"
Bio
Peace is a lie. There is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.
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MAIN HANGAR DECK
“SICI you sure you translated that right?” the commander looked to the hologram.
“Of course, what do you take me for?” SICI was perplexed why that had prompted Muriel to respond aloud.
“Just ... making sure because I don’t care for where that leads.”
She looked to the kyrians who had spoken - in her opinion at least - out of turn. Raldyr raised valid points though. When he went to question Kindal however, she raised a pointing finger. “I do not believe the Overseer has made any indication that he lays claim to this world. Let us not jump to conclusions.”
Her own diction had become more formal, eliminating common slang and mannerisms to ease the burden on external translators. SICI could cope either way.
Kindal snapped at the kyrian immediately. Muriel jumped on that too. “Hey! Nobody should be snapping at anyone on my ship. I expect better civility than that,” she softly reprimanded before giving him her full attention. “SICI, double take?” she had glanced left again.
“It’s accurate commander,” SICI copped a bit of attitude with the commander, prompting an uneasy silent exchange between the Alduuri and the AI.
Her unsettled look shifted back to the overseer. “I am not sure I like the implica-” she was interrupted by a couple of bridge officers on her headset at once, “wait say that again? Let me see it on the holotable.”
She retreated inside the briefing room and activated the table while Natka briefed her. The visitors who had their own translation were probably very confused observing only one side of the conversation through the briefing room’s acrylic wall. “Commander we’re looking at subspace disturbances in the hundreds. We’re about to be in a warzone!”
“Who are they? Can we get an ID on something?”
“Stand by, something’s coming out now .... looks like direct match to the covenant warships already in the AO. Commander do we engage?”
Muriel didn’t get to answer the follow-up question. Her eyes had snapped up to the fleetmaster. By the looks of it, Kindal was hearing a similar briefing. Impulsively she stomped towards the open door at the fleetmaster, grip tightening around one of her sidearms. She drew and aimed square at his head the instant she came out of the door.
Kindal bellowed at the fleetmaster in the same moment, reading his staff - likely a weapon as well. Unsure how much of a threat he posed, her aim flicked over to him for a moment, then back to the fleetmaster, and then she drew her left weapon to train on Kindal. “You! Stand down!” she bellowed at him, very slowly beginning to lower the pistol she held on him.
She looked to the fleetmaster, eyes narrowing to searing laser beams. “You, start talking,” she growled, “You come for diplomacy only to kill us all?! Is that it?!”
In his infinite audacity, the overseer found virtue in threatening not just the fleetmaster, not even just the commander, but everyone all at once. Her attention turned to him once more, weapon snapping back up to a well aimed neck shot. “Do not threaten me on my ship overseer! I care not what your gods think of me; stand down now or else!”
They wanted the so-called vault, both of them. That was her leverage. “Tactical load mod 21 torpedoes; fix target on the surface structure.”
The marine sergeant had heard both the shouting and Muriel’s headset feed. He and a fireteam had begun to slowly move in as the situation went code yellow: weapons drawn. “I guess you were right Commander, this is turning into a shitshow.”
MAIN HANGAR DECK
“SICI you sure you translated that right?” the commander looked to the hologram.
“Of course, what do you take me for?” SICI was perplexed why that had prompted Muriel to respond aloud.
“Just ... making sure because I don’t care for where that leads.”
She looked to the kyrians who had spoken - in her opinion at least - out of turn. Raldyr raised valid points though. When he went to question Kindal however, she raised a pointing finger. “I do not believe the Overseer has made any indication that he lays claim to this world. Let us not jump to conclusions.”
Her own diction had become more formal, eliminating common slang and mannerisms to ease the burden on external translators. SICI could cope either way.
Kindal snapped at the kyrian immediately. Muriel jumped on that too. “Hey! Nobody should be snapping at anyone on my ship. I expect better civility than that,” she softly reprimanded before giving him her full attention. “SICI, double take?” she had glanced left again.
“It’s accurate commander,” SICI copped a bit of attitude with the commander, prompting an uneasy silent exchange between the Alduuri and the AI.
Her unsettled look shifted back to the overseer. “I am not sure I like the implica-” she was interrupted by a couple of bridge officers on her headset at once, “wait say that again? Let me see it on the holotable.”
She retreated inside the briefing room and activated the table while Natka briefed her. The visitors who had their own translation were probably very confused observing only one side of the conversation through the briefing room’s acrylic wall. “Commander we’re looking at subspace disturbances in the hundreds. We’re about to be in a warzone!”
“Who are they? Can we get an ID on something?”
“Stand by, something’s coming out now .... looks like direct match to the covenant warships already in the AO. Commander do we engage?”
Muriel didn’t get to answer the follow-up question. Her eyes had snapped up to the fleetmaster. By the looks of it, Kindal was hearing a similar briefing. Impulsively she stomped towards the open door at the fleetmaster, grip tightening around one of her sidearms. She drew and aimed square at his head the instant she came out of the door.
Kindal bellowed at the fleetmaster in the same moment, reading his staff - likely a weapon as well. Unsure how much of a threat he posed, her aim flicked over to him for a moment, then back to the fleetmaster, and then she drew her left weapon to train on Kindal. “You! Stand down!” she bellowed at him, very slowly beginning to lower the pistol she held on him.
She looked to the fleetmaster, eyes narrowing to searing laser beams. “You, start talking,” she growled, “You come for diplomacy only to kill us all?! Is that it?!”
In his infinite audacity, the overseer found virtue in threatening not just the fleetmaster, not even just the commander, but everyone all at once. Her attention turned to him once more, weapon snapping back up to a well aimed neck shot. “Do not threaten me on my ship overseer! I care not what your gods think of me; stand down now or else!”
They wanted the so-called vault, both of them. That was her leverage. “Tactical load mod 21 torpedoes; fix target on the surface structure.”
The marine sergeant had heard both the shouting and Muriel’s headset feed. He and a fireteam had begun to slowly move in as the situation went code yellow: weapons drawn. “I guess you were right Commander, this is turning into a shitshow.”
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MAIN HANGAR
“SICI push the translated speech to my headset ... also tell Boulti to launch some probes to get eyes on whatever’s on the ground.”
“Right away,” the projection answered.
The third transport - a much larger vessel but still more than able to fit within Destiny’s cavernous hangar bay - came in for landing. At first the commander suspected it was machines she was meeting with as that disembarked first from the vessel. Directly behind however was a towering being taller than the brutish Covenant visitor but much less imposing.
Muriel took a minute to respond as everyone addressed themselves. She exchanged a brief confused glance with SICI as the Cindorians spoke. Their translation systems were not working quite right at all, but it was enough she could understand what was said. “Well enough,” she answered them.
The Covenant liaison had no translating aid it seemed. SICI hastily processed the audio into a serviceable translation. It too was nearly as broken, but it was enough to acknowledge him. He sounded exactly as “Indeed we shall.”
The tall one had arrived late and spoke last. The dangerous-looking security droids were not hugely appealing to her but she had allowed a security escort. She certainly would have taken one if the formalities were not aboard her own ship. His speech was actually close to a proper stand-up speech if it translated more or less correctly. The grammar was still crap but that was fairly standard for an early translation matrix. The content though was not unlike a sermon. This would be interesting. ‘Strange,’ Commander Muriel thought, ’but interesting ...’
“Yyyes,” she wasn’t confident exactly how to respond to that and just gave acknowledgement, “Welcome all, I am Commander Muriel, commanding officer of this vessel. My intent here is to provide a forum and to assess each of your intents for the record, per my assignment to investigate this region and report.”
SICI attempted to translate it back for the Covenant Fleetmaster. It was unclear exactly how well it went back. This was always the dangerous part.
MAIN HANGAR
“SICI push the translated speech to my headset ... also tell Boulti to launch some probes to get eyes on whatever’s on the ground.”
“Right away,” the projection answered.
The third transport - a much larger vessel but still more than able to fit within Destiny’s cavernous hangar bay - came in for landing. At first the commander suspected it was machines she was meeting with as that disembarked first from the vessel. Directly behind however was a towering being taller than the brutish Covenant visitor but much less imposing.
Muriel took a minute to respond as everyone addressed themselves. She exchanged a brief confused glance with SICI as the Cindorians spoke. Their translation systems were not working quite right at all, but it was enough she could understand what was said. “Well enough,” she answered them.
The Covenant liaison had no translating aid it seemed. SICI hastily processed the audio into a serviceable translation. It too was nearly as broken, but it was enough to acknowledge him. He sounded exactly as “Indeed we shall.”
The tall one had arrived late and spoke last. The dangerous-looking security droids were not hugely appealing to her but she had allowed a security escort. She certainly would have taken one if the formalities were not aboard her own ship. His speech was actually close to a proper stand-up speech if it translated more or less correctly. The grammar was still crap but that was fairly standard for an early translation matrix. The content though was not unlike a sermon. This would be interesting. ‘Strange,’ Commander Muriel thought, ’but interesting ...’
“Yyyes,” she wasn’t confident exactly how to respond to that and just gave acknowledgement, “Welcome all, I am Commander Muriel, commanding officer of this vessel. My intent here is to provide a forum and to assess each of your intents for the record, per my assignment to investigate this region and report.”
SICI attempted to translate it back for the Covenant Fleetmaster. It was unclear exactly how well it went back. This was always the dangerous part.
There was some talk in the Discord in regards to bringing in a supposed "universal enemy": a threat so large everyone's gotta deal with it. Mostly just putting it here to have it in more concrete record. Raknarion has kinda tried to fit the Covenant into this type of role as a public enemy (we'll see just how much a threat it actually becomes). A few suggestions have been passed around casually but as of now I don't think anyone has any intent to act on this idea.
Done. :)
Name: Samantha Whitmore - just “Sam”
Title: Baroness - much to her ire
Gender: Female - but probably should have been a boy by the way she acts.
Sexuality: Bi-curious (I pair her off purely on character compatibility, men & women alike)
Age: 19
Nationality: Merriedge - City of Avalon
Character Appearance: Slender, unimposing, sweet from a distance. Of note, her eyes a bright green, almost irridescent and sharply contrasting with her unkempt dirty-blonde hair. A face as soft as hers does not do justice the firecracker that she is under the surface.
If given the choice as she finally is, she straight up refuses to wear traditional dresses. She prefers a long skirt or blouse with a boy’s jacket over top of it. Depending on the day, she may tolerate putting flowers or other accessories in her hair. Other days she keeps it modest with only a simple pendant around her neck. Lavish jewelry never appealed to her.
Background: Sam was born of the Whitmore family, one of the wealthy barons in Avalon. Her upbringing steered her towards being the perfect wife for another wealthy male, though she fought this every chance she could. She was constantly in trouble for sneaking out into the less luxurious working districts with friends, or playing around on the docks near the ships constantly coming and going. She was obsessed with travelling since she was a young girl. Of course, her parents would have none of their daughter being around the deckhand ‘peasantry’. More than once her father, Andrew Whitmore, third generation owner-operator of Whitmore Trading Company, caught her in the carriage trying to sneak down to the docks whenever he went to attend to business matters.
At 17, her parents had begun trying to marry her off. Sam makes it a point to lead on suitors then shatter their hopes as the adults start pressuring her. Having exhausted any hope of finding a husband for her in Avalon, the hope turned to her finding a groom amidst nobility. For the first time this year she’s being sent to Belchester. Her parents are hopeful that someone there can change her attitudes on marriage, but Sam has very different ideas. With the watchful eyes no longer constantly hovering over her, she intends to turn the adults’ plan on its head and make the trip her own personal getaway that does not include being paraded for a multitude of spoiled boys.
Personality: In a word, firecracker. Reckless, tomboyish, not at all the perfect lady her parents wanted. Also not above settling a heated argument with a smashed nose. She never felt at home in the wealthy nobility and all their etiquette and rules and fancy dress. She would much rather see the world and do real things, not the fake life she likes to call what she’s forced to live at home. For others it may be how they wish to live, but it has never been anything less than a facade for Sam.
She’s not a romantic - not after having it cheesily shoved in her face for a year and a half now - but that’s not to say she’s hopeless. She couldn’t tell you what it is she wants in someone, but the answer is someone who is real rather than the image their money would have them put on. She doubts this is the right place to find that and does not have high hopes. But so long as there are princes buying the drinks, she can still have some fun.
Other: She’s always wanted to learn dueling. Playing with swords was never considered “ladylike” and her parents would never condone it. She once said she would be thrilled the day she could slice a potato out of the air.
Working on converting the character sheet now. For those curious, here's her current sheet. However this is going to be prequel Sam when she's still supposed to be a wife-to-be, but if you read the sheet then you know how well that goes over (spoiler: it doesn't). Should be fun.
EDIT: Here you go with the prequel version!
@PrincePierce
EDIT: Here you go with the prequel version!
@PrincePierce
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BRIDGE
“Shuttlecraft B-1 this is Destiny flight control. Solid copy on your approach. Proceed to main hangar for landing; ground control will guide you in, over.”
Muriel had reached the hangar to help out SAG. The pilots were geared up for ship defense but the ancillary personnel were still there to run ground control on the flight deck. The Destiny’s complement was stowed in their bays at the front and rear of the main flight deck to make space for the inbound arrivals. SICI distracted her with an urgent callout. “Contact close, proximity jump-in. GARDIAN coming online now!”
“Belay, belay, negative on GARDIAN! Flight control, mark all incoming shuttles with non-combat tags in IFF. No shooting at the envoy teams before they’ve even shown up please,” Muriel was quick on the break order.
“Sierra Mike one zero three this is Destiny flight control. We copy you five by five. Approach off the port bow and come around starboard to main hangar. Ground control will guide you in for landing, over.”
That was the second inbound shuttle. The bridge crew double checked with the marine sergeant in the hangar that everything was prepared as requested. “Covenant escort this is Destiny flight control. Proceed to your front for landing in main hangar. Ground control will guide final approach, over.”
Make that all three. The covenant transport landed first with the deck crew guiding it down back center. “Commander, be advised I’m tracking another Covenant deployment towards the ground. This is the second transport I’ve caught on sensors from them.” The Destiny’s sensor operator was one of the best officers the CO had on the ship. Second lieutenant Natka Boulti had been with the ship almost as long as the commander had. She didn’t miss much.
“SICI set me up a neurolink into the channel as private comms and then translate everything I say word for word unless I indicate otherwise. Are the translation matrices serviceable?”
“They’ll have to be. I can improve them as we go but I’ve expended our existing data to its limits.”
“Keep me updated SICI ... it’s go time.”
The commander and SICI’s projection stood by the briefing room at the fore section of the hangar. It was one of two SAG used for preparing missions. The conference table conveniently provided a literal table for the parties to come to. She started to head towards the disembarking Covenant ... creatures. “That is big and that is ugly but I’ve seen bigger and uglier before,” she muttered to SICI.
She turned and looked right, spotting motion in the corner of her eye, as the Cindorian shuttle made its way into the hangar bay. Ground team was hurrying towards the craft to guide a gentle landing on the flight deck. “Guest number two, now it’s a party ...”
BRIDGE
“Shuttlecraft B-1 this is Destiny flight control. Solid copy on your approach. Proceed to main hangar for landing; ground control will guide you in, over.”
Muriel had reached the hangar to help out SAG. The pilots were geared up for ship defense but the ancillary personnel were still there to run ground control on the flight deck. The Destiny’s complement was stowed in their bays at the front and rear of the main flight deck to make space for the inbound arrivals. SICI distracted her with an urgent callout. “Contact close, proximity jump-in. GARDIAN coming online now!”
“Belay, belay, negative on GARDIAN! Flight control, mark all incoming shuttles with non-combat tags in IFF. No shooting at the envoy teams before they’ve even shown up please,” Muriel was quick on the break order.
“Sierra Mike one zero three this is Destiny flight control. We copy you five by five. Approach off the port bow and come around starboard to main hangar. Ground control will guide you in for landing, over.”
That was the second inbound shuttle. The bridge crew double checked with the marine sergeant in the hangar that everything was prepared as requested. “Covenant escort this is Destiny flight control. Proceed to your front for landing in main hangar. Ground control will guide final approach, over.”
Make that all three. The covenant transport landed first with the deck crew guiding it down back center. “Commander, be advised I’m tracking another Covenant deployment towards the ground. This is the second transport I’ve caught on sensors from them.” The Destiny’s sensor operator was one of the best officers the CO had on the ship. Second lieutenant Natka Boulti had been with the ship almost as long as the commander had. She didn’t miss much.
“SICI set me up a neurolink into the channel as private comms and then translate everything I say word for word unless I indicate otherwise. Are the translation matrices serviceable?”
“They’ll have to be. I can improve them as we go but I’ve expended our existing data to its limits.”
“Keep me updated SICI ... it’s go time.”
The commander and SICI’s projection stood by the briefing room at the fore section of the hangar. It was one of two SAG used for preparing missions. The conference table conveniently provided a literal table for the parties to come to. She started to head towards the disembarking Covenant ... creatures. “That is big and that is ugly but I’ve seen bigger and uglier before,” she muttered to SICI.
She turned and looked right, spotting motion in the corner of her eye, as the Cindorian shuttle made its way into the hangar bay. Ground team was hurrying towards the craft to guide a gentle landing on the flight deck. “Guest number two, now it’s a party ...”
@PrincePierce mmm, sure. Let's go ahead and reserve a baroness of Merriedge.
Had about ten interested at the start of the RP, five disappeared without a word, and one has left due to their real life while the other has yet to post.
That sounds like a depressingly normal roll-out ...
I'll poke on to ask the couple of questions the main OOC info dump didn't seem to cover.
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