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Born too late to explore the world; born too early to explore the galaxy.
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What's an average distance between solar systems?
Still dunno when to bring my mounted Myth along.
Anyone mind if I send my dropship/gunship down? Carrying NPCs, since everyone of PC-ness has already appeared to either be on the ground or about to drop in the Patton or their own mechs.
Which brings to mind, how much of a combat reduction is there if the Patton can carry a load of soldiers down to the surface?
Which brings to mind, how much of a combat reduction is there if the Patton can carry a load of soldiers down to the surface?
Apollo26 said
* Sigh* Duck.....did you mention this core world in your post? We dont have a map so how exactly do you know where nearby is? Does this fleet have a name? How many ships? what world did it originate from? Please try to be more realistic, im not pulling random forces from the nether and no one else is either. :(
He's right. We did have a great big argument over just HAVING something ready to go, without previous mention, even if you told people through PM. Darkwolf couldn't do it, so why should you?
Well, what would you think?
"Oh look, a dozen bowls filled with a couple hundred donations of blood!"
"Oh look, a dozen bowls filled with a couple hundred donations of blood!"
Regarding my post:
Uncharted Space: The Etherals
The Explorer, who was swarming with the unknown objects, again conversed with the the Varren battlecruiser, discussing what these things were, and why they were screeching at the decoy bridge. The Valkians were most definitely NOT stupid; in fact, many of the Engineers in the ship were quite obviously angered, screaming in what would be about as loud as a human speaking sharply, and calling for the blood of the creature things that think their skills so mediocre that they would put the bridge next to the open vacuum of space. The bridge was, in fact, in the forward section of the ship, away from the lesser armored rear, with the engine room and utility rooms.
With the urging of the Varren ship commander and the many, many Engineers on board, the Explorer's ship commander made a decision. He relayed his orders, and shortly afterward, someone will get really pissed.
All the weapons ready to fire all around the ship did several things. First, the particle cannon lashed out at the approaching ship, which had made no contact except to send strange, deadly-looking swarms to surround the Explorer. Right before the Explorer's particle cannons began scissoring the now-an-enemy ship, the four large Swarmer missile turrets let loose their entire salvo, and quickly ducked into their alcoves to protect themselves and reload.
The resulting swarm of missiles would outnumber the swarm of Sisters at more than 4 to 1. A mix of penetrating and high explosive missiles burst from their silos, breaking away as they each automatically linked with their many brethren and picked different targets. The closest Sisters would stand no chance; it was doubtful that they would be expected so sudden an attack.
((Now, I am saying that I only destroyed the VERY CLOSEST. I am not going to auto-kill, I am going to obey the real rules and let the person I am ATTACKING decide damages, hoping that they will be realistic and fair. Now note that a salvo has the ability to tear deeply into a light destroyer or frigate, since they never expected to be fighting swarms of little things. Each of those missiles are like little mini super-Javelins.))
The Explorer, who was swarming with the unknown objects, again conversed with the the Varren battlecruiser, discussing what these things were, and why they were screeching at the decoy bridge. The Valkians were most definitely NOT stupid; in fact, many of the Engineers in the ship were quite obviously angered, screaming in what would be about as loud as a human speaking sharply, and calling for the blood of the creature things that think their skills so mediocre that they would put the bridge next to the open vacuum of space. The bridge was, in fact, in the forward section of the ship, away from the lesser armored rear, with the engine room and utility rooms.
With the urging of the Varren ship commander and the many, many Engineers on board, the Explorer's ship commander made a decision. He relayed his orders, and shortly afterward, someone will get really pissed.
All the weapons ready to fire all around the ship did several things. First, the particle cannon lashed out at the approaching ship, which had made no contact except to send strange, deadly-looking swarms to surround the Explorer. Right before the Explorer's particle cannons began scissoring the now-an-enemy ship, the four large Swarmer missile turrets let loose their entire salvo, and quickly ducked into their alcoves to protect themselves and reload.
The resulting swarm of missiles would outnumber the swarm of Sisters at more than 4 to 1. A mix of penetrating and high explosive missiles burst from their silos, breaking away as they each automatically linked with their many brethren and picked different targets. The closest Sisters would stand no chance; it was doubtful that they would be expected so sudden an attack.
((Now, I am saying that I only destroyed the VERY CLOSEST. I am not going to auto-kill, I am going to obey the real rules and let the person I am ATTACKING decide damages, hoping that they will be realistic and fair. Now note that a salvo has the ability to tear deeply into a light destroyer or frigate, since they never expected to be fighting swarms of little things. Each of those missiles are like little mini super-Javelins.))
And is my post good? Do I need to change it in any way?
Apokalipse said
On that subject, how did everyone get turned? Including the fledglings. You can have the choice of Viorica turning them or some random vampire because I believe Evelyn and Christof both said they didn't turn any of the fledglings. Also list the circumstances, such as were they dying, did they ask for it, were they attacked (which probably means it wasn't by Viorica)
Willy was reading a book. He still has the book. With my last post, just pretend it's like, sitting on the table, safely untouched by blood or hand.
William, shoving down his uneasiness and the back-breaking stomach pains with an unusual hardness, stood, ready to speak. He opened his mouth just as the doors smashed opened, startling him. He spun around with speed that he didn't previously possess; somewhere inside him, the human William cried out, feeling itself slipping away.
Shortly after the newcomer's speech and Viorcia's rebuttal, William stood in the middle, wide-eyed, unsure of what to do in a very tense, electric situation. He stood there, unconsciously swaying a little similar as to what perhaps Cap'n Jack Sparrow might do, and then mumbled uncertainly,
"YeahI'mjustreallythirstyI'mgonnatakeadrinknow..."
And he reached across the table to the closest bowl, grabbed the nearest cup, and very quickly, carefully poured himself a nice cup of fresh blood. He shivered inwardly, and despite the intoxicating smell and the hunger that seemed to begin to boil inside him, he stared at the cup in an almost suspicious, frightened stare. He knew, somehow, that once he took the first step, he wouldn't be human again. He would die refusing to be... whatever.
He lifted it up, stopped again, and then drank. At this point, all thoughts of the very hostile atmosphere was gone, and even Vanity's deep drinking and ruination of the dress was unable to catch his attention. He stared uncertainly at the cup, and then mumbled again, "Ladies first..."
He pulled his face away from the cup, walked partway around the table and set it in front of Evelyn. Then he poured another cup, and set it in front of the shier, withdrawn girl, and then another, and set it in front of the feisty one.
Then, with what little was left in the bowl that he had used, he sated a portion of his appetite.
Then again, it was an American-type appetite, and there wasn't much left. He barely even remember drinking anything at all, since he was now sprawled in the chair that he had returned to, and had practically forced himself to lie still, refusing to give in to the full effect of the unnatural euphoria that came over him. After several moments, his squeezed-shut eyes opened again, a half-glassy look in them like had drunk a bit of alcohol, and was still halfway through his third or fourth. He sat up, gazed sightlessly at another bowl of blood, promptly picks it up with a zombie-like way, and drinks it. All. Slowly, deep gulping swallows, just drinking. And drinking.
The William inside cried, knowing that someone died to fill those two bowls.
Shortly after the newcomer's speech and Viorcia's rebuttal, William stood in the middle, wide-eyed, unsure of what to do in a very tense, electric situation. He stood there, unconsciously swaying a little similar as to what perhaps Cap'n Jack Sparrow might do, and then mumbled uncertainly,
"YeahI'mjustreallythirstyI'mgonnatakeadrinknow..."
And he reached across the table to the closest bowl, grabbed the nearest cup, and very quickly, carefully poured himself a nice cup of fresh blood. He shivered inwardly, and despite the intoxicating smell and the hunger that seemed to begin to boil inside him, he stared at the cup in an almost suspicious, frightened stare. He knew, somehow, that once he took the first step, he wouldn't be human again. He would die refusing to be... whatever.
He lifted it up, stopped again, and then drank. At this point, all thoughts of the very hostile atmosphere was gone, and even Vanity's deep drinking and ruination of the dress was unable to catch his attention. He stared uncertainly at the cup, and then mumbled again, "Ladies first..."
He pulled his face away from the cup, walked partway around the table and set it in front of Evelyn. Then he poured another cup, and set it in front of the shier, withdrawn girl, and then another, and set it in front of the feisty one.
Then, with what little was left in the bowl that he had used, he sated a portion of his appetite.
Then again, it was an American-type appetite, and there wasn't much left. He barely even remember drinking anything at all, since he was now sprawled in the chair that he had returned to, and had practically forced himself to lie still, refusing to give in to the full effect of the unnatural euphoria that came over him. After several moments, his squeezed-shut eyes opened again, a half-glassy look in them like had drunk a bit of alcohol, and was still halfway through his third or fourth. He sat up, gazed sightlessly at another bowl of blood, promptly picks it up with a zombie-like way, and drinks it. All. Slowly, deep gulping swallows, just drinking. And drinking.
The William inside cried, knowing that someone died to fill those two bowls.
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