Voltus_Ventus

The Sun Will Never Set (Reboot)

Ok then.

Everyone, IC is now a go.

The Sun Will Never Set (Reboot)

Do we want a starting premise or should we just go then?

The Sun Will Never Set (Reboot)

I'll work on my sheet as time goes on, I'm not really in the mood to write a paragraph per unit, especially with all the ones I have planned.

The Sun Will Never Set (Reboot)

Yeah, how would we like to start it?

Wasteland Soarers - Tales of the Dust

I'll wait for Imogene's post.

The Sun Will Never Set (Reboot)

Gnomish chemists actively research chemical agents and such in the Commonwealth. Is any other nation even mentioned to be pursuing chemical weapons, much less willing to use or produce them?

@Cyclone

Well, some of my exports are chemicals and chemicals are really easy to use/make, so I'd probably have a stock of chlorine shells and mustard gas somewhere. But I'd be hesitant to use them unless I really, really despise someone, like the rare northern rebels.

NCQuest: Smith's Rest

Jingo bobbed in and out of sensor range randomly, observing the distant NC, the craft, marked enemy by his his onboard computers, had not attacked yet, nor had it shown signs of aggression. He didn't want to appear like he was a push over, especially not in his smaller NC, he disengaged the safety mechanisms in his guns, two large metal sleeves dropped down from his guns, indicating that bullets could now come flying out of the barrels. Jingo checked his ammo, double checked and triple checked, everything seemed to be fine with his craft; he opened up comms with 'Bloody Champ', hoping that the hostile warning was just a misinterpretation by the computer.

"NC334B-7, Bloody Champ, vacate the train's exclusion zone or I will have to remove you by force, Wessex, over."

Wasteland Soarers - Tales of the Dust

The walk to the where the ship was moored was an odd one, as he had never experienced anything like it. In his wasteland gear, it seemed that no one knew who he was, he was just another face in the crowd without his suit; Nikola passed by people that would normally have stopped what they were doing to say good morning, some he liked, others he didn't. As he walked, the floorboards creaked under the weight of him and his things, he had his duffle bag slung over his shoulder, filled with everything he thought useful to take and he had retrieved his typewriter from his office, he had bought a new one for himself as the one the company provided wasn't the best, that dangled in from his right hand in it's case.

Dawn light spilled over the form of the massive airship, it's brass plates glowing hotly and brightly, he was still in awe of it, he didn't believe that he would ever get over the sensation either. As he approached he regretted telling the captain he was a pilot, he didn't want to control that thing, he much preferred planes, he found the defunct between them was the difference between riding a cow and a horse. He stood by the woman who called up to Levi, she seemed to be much more over burdened then he was, two duffle bags and a backpack; he waited for her to finish calling up to the captain before making his presence known.

"Good morning, my Captain!" he called through the din of the dock, "I'm not sure what title to give myself but rest assured, you will find my services quite valuable!" He turned to the woman and put his typewriter case down, extending his hand, "Nikola Vanderbilt, it's a pleasure to meet you." he put on his best smile, "May I enquire who I'll be spending a few months on the same ship with?"

The Sun Will Never Set (Reboot)

Fine, have your rockets, just wait for mine to fly over the ocean and smash all of you with chlorine gas and incendiary bombs.

The Sun Will Never Set (Reboot)

@Voltus_Ventus

I put my sheet up on the character tab, let me know if anything is strange or out of bounds. I added the history that Cyclone, Isotope and I agreed to as well. Should be finished.

@Mihndar

What is the energy output of Fyrurock? Joules per cm^3 or grams.