SonofJET
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Long time Guild member. 5-year Navy vet. Roleplaying since 2004 (MSN Groups, oh dang!). DMing D&D Since 2010 (3.5 until 5e was released, been doing that since then).
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Here be Dragons - How to Train Your Dragon Interest Check
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
Working on my CS now. Shall I PM it to you for review, or just post it in the character sheet thread?
Grr... Invisible Castle isn't loading for me. Posted nonetheless.
Ruav'tor traversed Omega with his newly imposed "companions," keeping his thoughts (and his displeasure) to himself.
I hope that we can get through this quickly, if not quietly. But if it does come down to a fight, I suppose that I have some decent tools in my arsenal... He looked at the krogan and the turian with a bemused smile, before shaking his head and consulting the schematics he had downloaded to his HUD system.
"Any input?" He muttered, inaudible to the rest of his group. After a few milliseconds, a positive chirp accompanied a scrolling bit of text on his HUD.
Please elaborate. General banter, general task discussion, or instance-specific? Was the response from a VI he had been working on. It was only a few days old, relatively.
"Cute. Advise on the current situation. Read current location on last updated schematic file and enemy positions and types based on observable detail. I'd like your opinion on tactics and cautions for the current situation. How do you believe we should proceed?" Ruav brought up his omni-tool and began interacting with it, seemingly erratic movements of his fingers assigning references to existing data files for his "infant" VI.
Given known capabilities of enemy units, mission objectives, and ally resources and capabilities, the most effective course of action would be to cripple one to be interrogated, and eliminate the rest as they respond or appear from hiding. Suggestions: Does anyone on the team carry grenades, explosive rounds, or other heavy weaponry?
"Unknown. Thanks for the chat." Ruav responded, turning to look at his companions and enabling his voicemitter again, making sure to keep the volume low.
"I don't see any Blood Pack... How should we proceed?" He asked his companions.
I hope that we can get through this quickly, if not quietly. But if it does come down to a fight, I suppose that I have some decent tools in my arsenal... He looked at the krogan and the turian with a bemused smile, before shaking his head and consulting the schematics he had downloaded to his HUD system.
"Any input?" He muttered, inaudible to the rest of his group. After a few milliseconds, a positive chirp accompanied a scrolling bit of text on his HUD.
Please elaborate. General banter, general task discussion, or instance-specific? Was the response from a VI he had been working on. It was only a few days old, relatively.
"Cute. Advise on the current situation. Read current location on last updated schematic file and enemy positions and types based on observable detail. I'd like your opinion on tactics and cautions for the current situation. How do you believe we should proceed?" Ruav brought up his omni-tool and began interacting with it, seemingly erratic movements of his fingers assigning references to existing data files for his "infant" VI.
Given known capabilities of enemy units, mission objectives, and ally resources and capabilities, the most effective course of action would be to cripple one to be interrogated, and eliminate the rest as they respond or appear from hiding. Suggestions: Does anyone on the team carry grenades, explosive rounds, or other heavy weaponry?
"Unknown. Thanks for the chat." Ruav responded, turning to look at his companions and enabling his voicemitter again, making sure to keep the volume low.
"I don't see any Blood Pack... How should we proceed?" He asked his companions.
Nice to hear it, Captain. I thought I'd model my character's actions to my own absence, and make him an introvert for a while.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
I'm also interested in this. And OCs are the best/only way to go, imho.
I survived the underway, the ship pulled back into port, and my new schedule (four days working, two days off, each day eight hours long) should allow for more online time.
Sorry for the (way too) long absence of posts. I just got back from an underway period, and have been sort of unsure about what to have the feeorin boy do with his post-escape time. But, I'm back on land now, and I'll be able to get online more frequently with my new schedule (working eight hours a day, four days at a time, with two days off, plenty of downtime).
Alaric felt... hollow, in a sense, after the initial excitement of their escape from the temple had worn off. After assisting in the relocation of the injured, and the treatment of a few, he had retreated from the company of his fellow Jedi. He made his way through the craft, seeking out the most secluded spot he could, before hiding himself away there ,suppressing his feelings and struggling to come to terms with all that had transpired over the past few days.
After the first few hours, he had lost his mind. Flew into a rage not uncharacteristic for one of his race. He flailed and thrashed and screamed until he was apprehended by troopers, who only left him alone after he had screamed his throat raw, and sank into a corner, exhausted.
Alaric declined any offers of assistance or shoulders to cry on. Nothing was as it should have been, and it would never be so for him again, he felt.
He looked at his lightsaber, contemplated whether or not he should continue to carry it, and ultimately decided that he would. It would not be with the intention of drawing it, but as a reminder to himself. So, he removed his tunic, wrapped it around his lightsaber hilt, and secured it to his belt, laying it horizontally at the back, next to a pouch that typically contained field rations for long missions.
When he finally emerged from his seclusion, the feeorin padawan looked drained. His eyes were dark, his skin had paled in color, and his cheeks had grown gaunt. He gave off a somewhat cold feeling, and said little. He did not acknowledge or allude to his earlier tantrum ,and no one brought it up. But he could tell when someone knew about it, from the space that was given to him when they passed him in the passageways.
Well... Master would agree that I could probably have handled that better... He thought grimly, seeking the company of his allies for the first time since departing the LAAT.He decided to check on the noghri, Vor'loch, first, as he was one of the more seriously injured Jedi he had seen to aboard the transport.
When he found the man, he was already being attended by others. Alaric hovered by the door, cast his eyes to the deck, and waited for the others to finish with their conversation.
After the first few hours, he had lost his mind. Flew into a rage not uncharacteristic for one of his race. He flailed and thrashed and screamed until he was apprehended by troopers, who only left him alone after he had screamed his throat raw, and sank into a corner, exhausted.
Alaric declined any offers of assistance or shoulders to cry on. Nothing was as it should have been, and it would never be so for him again, he felt.
He looked at his lightsaber, contemplated whether or not he should continue to carry it, and ultimately decided that he would. It would not be with the intention of drawing it, but as a reminder to himself. So, he removed his tunic, wrapped it around his lightsaber hilt, and secured it to his belt, laying it horizontally at the back, next to a pouch that typically contained field rations for long missions.
When he finally emerged from his seclusion, the feeorin padawan looked drained. His eyes were dark, his skin had paled in color, and his cheeks had grown gaunt. He gave off a somewhat cold feeling, and said little. He did not acknowledge or allude to his earlier tantrum ,and no one brought it up. But he could tell when someone knew about it, from the space that was given to him when they passed him in the passageways.
Well... Master would agree that I could probably have handled that better... He thought grimly, seeking the company of his allies for the first time since departing the LAAT.He decided to check on the noghri, Vor'loch, first, as he was one of the more seriously injured Jedi he had seen to aboard the transport.
When he found the man, he was already being attended by others. Alaric hovered by the door, cast his eyes to the deck, and waited for the others to finish with their conversation.
I'm sorry for my absence. I'm post-surgical, and painkillers have been making me a bit too prone to simply falling asleep all day.
I'll try to keep up with the posts, and make sure to get my ass out of bed to come up with something when the time comes.
I'll try to keep up with the posts, and make sure to get my ass out of bed to come up with something when the time comes.
After completing his self-assigned homework of storing a facial map of each of the beings in the room (a process that sped up significantly after he had tagged the first of the turians and salarians, allowing for a more speedy process in regards to the basic features), Ruav looked towards Leryn and Vayex.
"Ah, I had wondered when the stereotypical attitudes would come into play." He muttered aloud, before turning to face the Vayex.
"I am fine with security systems, krogan. However, it would be difficult to bypass them if there were a risk of being discovered in the act."
"Aparakis, are there any robots that are common to that area? Automated cleaners or security patrol units, perhaps? If I could get my hands on one, it would be simple enough to get eyes on the meeting, even provide a significant... disruption, if you could provide me with some explosives..."
Ruav looked to the ground thoughtfully, thinking about possible courses of action. It sounded like his skills in "acquiring" spacecraft may come in handy. And he didn't doubt that whatever craft they would be arriving in would make a decent addition to his collection.
Maybe if he went ahead and waited at the docks... He could wait for the ship to dock, then clamber up into it and hijack it during the meeting. The only truly troubling issue he saw would be convincing Aparakis and the higher-ups of the Project to let him keep it.
"Ah, I had wondered when the stereotypical attitudes would come into play." He muttered aloud, before turning to face the Vayex.
"I am fine with security systems, krogan. However, it would be difficult to bypass them if there were a risk of being discovered in the act."
"Aparakis, are there any robots that are common to that area? Automated cleaners or security patrol units, perhaps? If I could get my hands on one, it would be simple enough to get eyes on the meeting, even provide a significant... disruption, if you could provide me with some explosives..."
Ruav looked to the ground thoughtfully, thinking about possible courses of action. It sounded like his skills in "acquiring" spacecraft may come in handy. And he didn't doubt that whatever craft they would be arriving in would make a decent addition to his collection.
Maybe if he went ahead and waited at the docks... He could wait for the ship to dock, then clamber up into it and hijack it during the meeting. The only truly troubling issue he saw would be convincing Aparakis and the higher-ups of the Project to let him keep it.
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