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Lt Lindberg
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| Post #1: 25th Apr 2015 5:26 PM | |
i will be keeping notes here, particularly the info revealed each day so i can go back and look over it later. | | |
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Lt Lindberg
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| Post #2: 25th Apr 2015 6:28 PM | |
Europa Docking Bay
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I thought it might be a good idea to get introductions going away from the check-in procedures.
Hello everyone. I'm Izza. I'm a medical practitioner and a cyborg. Purely for medical reasons, not by choice but I can't complain about the job opportunities my implants have awarded me. This bunch of military men and women should play out nicely on the current mission. While I do not have military experience, I am a working physician and I can assist along this journey. And the exposure doesn't hurt. It's not everything a mission with this much potential falls into my lap so I look forward to working with you lot. |
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| I am known as El Diamente Azul. I fight for fun and entertainment. As did my entire family. I have my own reasons for being on this mission but I fully intend to help anyway I can. |
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I suppose I will go next. My name is urgh....Katherine but I prefer to go by Percy. I from the Ganymede sector although I was born on Lunar. I have worked my way up in the world. I pretty much can fix most things like fushion bikes, robots and not too shabby at fixing up ships. Just give me the supplies and I can make it happen.
My dad was on the Dalia so I am really only joining up to find him. I would like to believe he is alive. He is too stubborn to die. I am happy to help in the mission but finding him is my main priority. |
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| Name's Dain, and I'm from Mars. I pick up whatever odd jobs I can, whether it's serving drinks, carrying cargo, or working on security. I jump from ship to ship, so I've had the pleasure of traveling to every colony except Earth. I'm only really here to get paid *smiles*. |
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"Izza" looks up 'very interesting to say the least. My name is Anna. I'd love to study you up close. Do you mind?" |
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| Of course not. There's always time to be made for an interview. Izza is short for Isadora but nobody has ever called me that. |
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| "I am from Ganymede by the way. Very successful in my field." |
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| Of course not. There's always time to be made for an interview. Izza is short for Isadora but nobody has ever called me that. |
"Isadora" scribbles in note pad. "Very interesting. You are very fascinating. " |
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| Hey Anna it is nice to meet another Ganymede. I mean even if we have practically different fields. |
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| Percy, it appears we share an origin. I was also born on Luna although currently I travel on business and I'm hardly ever on my home base anymore. It's so sad to see the state of it now and think back of what it once was. We're lucky to have broken that cycle, aren't we? |
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Captain's choices for this mission seem a little odd. Let's hope this Watts chump doesn't put any sort of fight or you dames might be shit out of luck.
The name is Edom. That's all you need to know for now. |
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| Percy, it appears we share an origin. I was also born on Luna although currently I travel on business and I'm hardly ever on my home base anymore. It's so sad to see the state of it now and think back of what it once was. We're lucky to have broken that cycle, aren't we? |
It has truly fallen apart. I have not been back since I left. But it is good that we were both able to escape there and move on to bigger and better things. We still have more in common than that. You said you were part cyborg and I fix machines. If your parts ever start failing or break I can fix ya up :) |
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| I thought chivalry was dead, clearly I was wrong. |
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| Having a doc on board is always nice. Percy, how good are you at fixing guns? |
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| Hello everyone, I am Paige. I'm from Ganymede. I may not look like it, but I am here to carry out the active military service. I look forward to getting to know each and every one of you. |
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| Having a doc on board is always nice. Percy, how good are you at fixing guns? |
I am so so at fixing up guns although I have never used one. Vehicles and robots are my main specialty. Now adding maybe a special mechanic to gun would be so much fun! But I have not had much time to really test it all out. But still!!!! Gah could you friggin imagine the possibilities? I also really wanna try to invent better thruster boots eventually. |
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| Aha! I have found the introductions section - I am Captain O'Hara, traveler of the stars, slayer of the beasts, the best explorer in all of the cosmos. I'm sure you've heard of my misdeeds; but worry not - I shall not bore you with such details of the rebellions I've stopped, nor the presidents I am close personal friends with. All such callous details. |
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| Aha! I have found the introductions section - I am Captain O'Hara, traveler of the stars, slayer of the beasts, the best explorer in all of the cosmos. I'm sure you've heard of my misdeeds; but worry not - I shall not bore you with such details of the rebellions I've stopped, nor the presidents I am close personal friends with. All such callous details. |
What kind of beasts have you killed? |
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| Aha! I have found the introductions section - I am Captain O'Hara, traveler of the stars, slayer of the beasts, the best explorer in all of the cosmos. I'm sure you've heard of my misdeeds; but worry not - I shall not bore you with such details of the rebellions I've stopped, nor the presidents I am close personal friends with. All such callous details. |
What kind of beasts have you killed? |
Have you heard of the Minotaurus? A fiendish foe nonetheless, quite the battle. But enough about me! |
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| My scans indicate that this is a mythological creature, the mispronounced name of one at best. |
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System failure. My apologies, alas it is still just a mythological creature. |
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| Minotaurs. Reminds me of my brother. He always had a fascination with ancient mythology. What do you know of them, Cap'n? |
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| Captain O'Hara since you mentioned that you have stopped rebellions. Have you tried to stop the PhoboDeima people from being jerks? |
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| Uh, hey there. I'm Felicity...Green. And uh, I'm from...I'm a relief soldier who took some time off. Stationed in Io for a few years....rough, rough shit. I've been uh, I've been living in Europa ever since. |
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| Uh, hey there. I'm Felicity...Green. And uh, I'm from...I'm a relief soldier who took some time off. Stationed in Io for a few years....rough, rough shit. I've been uh, I've been living in Europa ever since. |
That's Io for you. Been there more times than I've liked to remember. Even the shipyards are dangerous. |
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| Minotaurs. Reminds me of my brother. He always had a fascination with ancient mythology. What do you know of them, Cap'n? |
Captain, my dear. It's my name, not a title! It's good to remember never to abbreviate - unless of course you weren't aware or if this was, indeed, a nickname, of sorts? A nickname! Good heavens, the idea simply seems erratic and bizarre, I like it - Cap'n! Cap'n indeed! |
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| Captain O'Hara since you mentioned that you have stopped rebellions. Have you tried to stop the PhoboDeima people from being jerks? |
PhoboDeima? I'm - I'm n-not quite sure I've come across them in my adventures! Tell me more Katherine Percy! |
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Greetings.
My name is Matthieu and I am an asteroid scientist. I have worked mostly in the field of alloys and asteroid stability, documenting the danger that detonation methods cause to nearby planetary habitation.
When I heard news about my fathers untimely death on Earth, I sought his journals. There I found entries discrediting the corporation Kayla Interplanetary and their recent funding of the Dalia vessel. I believe my fathers death to be somehow connected to the disappearance of the crew members. I will find out what happened here. For the sake of my father, Raymond.
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| So, Captain O'Hara, that's your full name and you haven't heard of one of the ten colonies? Please, keep going. |
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| Hey Anna it is nice to meet another Ganymede. I mean even if we have practically different fields. |
"Hello Percy. It is a pleasure to meet you." |
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Captain's choices for this mission seem a little odd. Let's hope this Watts chump doesn't put any sort of fight or you dames might be shit out of luck.
The name is Edom. That's all you need to know for now. |
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"Edom, interesting. What can you tell me about your relationship with your father?" |
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| Hi, I'm Sam. I was born on Mars and I've been building gadgets and fixing broken ships my entire life. I've always wanted to be a technician on a large ship. |
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| Looks like we have some like-minded people here, which will be nice. I work as a mechanic. I was born and raised on lunar base, but lived in Europa for the past few years. |
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| Captain O'Hara since you mentioned that you have stopped rebellions. Have you tried to stop the PhoboDeima people from being jerks? |
PhoboDeima? I'm - I'm n-not quite sure I've come across them in my adventures! Tell me more Katherine Percy! |
Well as Dain said they are one of the ten colonies. Kinda a big one that is effecting most of the other colonies. I mean it is kinda a big deal cause their planet could help start an all out war. |
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| Hi, I'm Sam. I was born on Mars and I've been building gadgets and fixing broken ships my entire life. I've always wanted to be a technician on a large ship. |
Hey Sam! I guess it would be cool to talk to somebody about gadgets. You could help me make better thruster boots! Also what do you of the new supersonic de laval nozzles they are putting on ships? They are friggin cool right? I mean the new hypersonic velocities which it creates just blow my mind. Although they are a super bitch to tinker with when they break down.
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Captain's choices for this mission seem a little odd. Let's hope this Watts chump doesn't put any sort of fight or you dames might be shit out of luck.
The name is Edom. That's all you need to know for now. |
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"Edom, interesting. What can you tell me about your relationship with your father?" |
Depends on what you can tell me about the point of your existence on this mission is. |
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| Well it appears that if we have a breakdown there will be a cat fight to see who can fix it. That would be rather amusing. My money is on the chick with the googles |
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| Well it appears that if we have a breakdown there will be a cat fight to see who can fix it. That would be rather amusing. My money is on the chick with the googles |
Well, I'm sure we'll be fighting over who has to save your ass if you're ever in a bind. |
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| It seems Izza comes fully equipped with sass. |
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| Um, I'm not too uh familiar with newer technology Percy. Most of my experience comes from fixing old ships in the junkyards. I really want to prove I'm capable on this mission though. |
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| Well it appears that if we have a breakdown there will be a cat fight to see who can fix it. That would be rather amusing. My money is on the chick with the googles |
Aye, 10 on Percy. |
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| "Catfight"? How 21st century of you... |
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| Or we can just act logically and see who would be best fit to fix it without having to fight over it you know |
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| Um, I'm not too uh familiar with newer technology Percy. Most of my experience comes from fixing old ships in the junkyards. I really want to prove I'm capable on this mission though. |
Oh that is fine! I mean I work on old ships also. I travel around collecting parts sometimes. I mean some old junkyard ships parts still work really well on the more newer ships. Like the fusion engines. OR even better fuel for fusion engines! I mean finding those small pellets containing deuterium and tritium. Although the whole pellet is basically worthless if the inside of it is not surrounded by uranium but I mean everyone knows that...........
I am just realizing as I am babbling that nobody cares to hear this stuff. Sorry I get kinda carried away at times and....I will just shut up. |
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| hello everyone, my name is Michael Lindberg and i am in charge of this mission. you may call me Lieutenant or Sir. i am a graduate of the military academy on Ceres and have recently been serving on Europa base. |
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| "Catfight"? How 21st century of you... |
Feel free to call me an old fashioned gentleman then. |
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| If everything goes according to plan, there won't be anything to fix...I'm sure we all know how often things go according to plan. |
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| hello everyone, my name is Michael Lindberg and i am in charge of this mission. you may call me Lieutenant or Sir. i am a graduate of the military academy on Ceres and have recently been serving on Europa base. |
My netlink scans are still indicating Officer Lindberg. Recent promotion? |
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| hello everyone, my name is Michael Lindberg and i am in charge of this mission. you may call me Lieutenant or Sir. i am a graduate of the military academy on Ceres and have recently been serving on Europa base. |
It's a pleasure to serve, Lieutenant. I believe a mission is exactly what I need. |
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| hello everyone, my name is Michael Lindberg and i am in charge of this mission. you may call me Lieutenant or Sir. i am a graduate of the military academy on Ceres and have recently been serving on Europa base. |
My netlink scans are still indicating Officer Lindberg. Recent promotion? |
i was promoted to Lieutenant when i was assigned to oversee the Europa base shipyard. |
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| System failure. This was clarified for me just seconds ago on secondary scans. Lt. Lindberg, my apologies. I still question your authority. |
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| Technically if we were going by rank wouldn't we be following Captain O'Hara...cause a Captain is above a Lieutenant? Right? Izza? |
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| If everything goes according to plan, there won't be anything to fix...I'm sure we all know how often things go according to plan. |
Umm, I'm sorry but uh I thought the Dalia does need our assistance? It is running on emergency power... |
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| System failure. This was clarified for me just seconds ago on secondary scans. Lt. Lindberg, my apologies. I still question your authority. |
Mission Control put me in charge of this ship.
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| Technically if we were going by rank wouldn't we be following Captain O'Hara...cause a Captain is above a Lieutenant? Right? Izza? |
Mr. O'Hara happens to be named Capetian, he holds no such rank. |
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| Do you legitimately believe they would send us on a repair mission with one technician and a tinkerer? Look around you. Military personnel, missionaries. The Dahlia is a lost cause and the higher ups know it. This is a rescue mission. |
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Michael Lindberg looked up at the shuttle in front of him. It was a beauty! He'd never piloted a Fusion X4 shuttle before. Too many of his duties were on base.
He felt pride well up inside him. For years, Lindberg was a man who had striven to make rank and have his own command. He had ticked every box on every form, licked every military grade boot, and above all things he followed the rules. Rules were important, without them the universe was a chaotic mess. And there was no beauty in chaos. The universe needed auditing, it needed to be put together in a way that made sense. For this, there were rules and law.
Captain James Watts was a disgraceful man. He'd been given command of the mission to go and investigate the Dalia, but he was unqualified! The only reason Watts had a Captaincy was purely political. He had some relative or other in political circles on Callisto or Ganymede was it? The details were irrelevant, as was Watts' captaincy.
But this time he'd gone too far. Lindberg had wound up having a dispute with some father figure who wanted to take a ship out to Dalia and Lindberg had of course refused it. The rules were clear, it didn't matter how emotional the man was feeling. However Watts had marched out of his mission debrief and told Lindberg the control had authorised a civilian crew! For a mission of this magnitude? It was absurd.
Lindberg was unhappy with this resolution and he reported to Mission Control himself. They informed him that they had authorised no such thing, of course. However by the time the meeting schedule had been processed, the landing shuttle had taken off and they were already en route to the Dalia! Lindberg requested special permission to put together his own crew which would be strictly comprised of trained professionals.
Unfortunately time was of the essence. The X4 was a fast ship but it needed to catch up to Watts and his rag-tag crew sharpish. The man had even been intoxicated when he left! It was an outrage. Not wanting to let this abomination continue much longer, and finally having authority for his own command Lindberg was very eager to get going.
The problem was, there were no available personnel on the roster so he found it necessary to put out a call for arms. This meant he wouldn't have much time to vet the candidates, but he'd been sure to specify they'd be of a certain level of training and usefulness. He'd stump at mercenary hire if it came to it. They didn't much follow the rules but they were a safer bet than the civilians Watts had opted for.
He'd located the shuttle's signal. All comms thus far to the ship had failed because Watts was probably asleep. He would keep trying. Picking up the receiver, he was happy to see the call finally going through.
"Watts! You have broken another six or seven mission control directives and you've barely even left Europa!" Said Lindberg with authority. He had to put the man in his place.
There was a pause. He'd clearly been perturbed.
"Sorry Mike, won't let it happen again buddy. Literally won't!" Came the cocky voice back through.
Lindberg shuddered. Mike was an informal name. He hated it, and Watts knew that. He was intentionally trying to get under Lindberg's skin. But it wouldn't work. Lindberg had the high ground this time!
"Well you've gone too far this time! Mission Control has ordered me to correct your mess! I now have a command of my own! I will be leaving shortly with a non-civilian crew. We are taking one of the Fusion X4 shuttles so we'll outrun that thing you're in and catch up to you before the Dalia boarding even begins."
He heard a quiet sigh on the comms. It was satisfying.
"We shall do the mission by the book! Lindberg Out!"
Lindberg smiled and glanced down at his clipboard. It had the names of the people who had signed up. Not many truth be told, but he was hopeful there would be a few additional recruits and on just this one occasion he would allow them to board without signing the prior sign up sheet.
Because this was his command. He could make the rules. It was bliss. |
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"Put down your clipboard. I won't be on your list."
Lindberg looked up into the masked face of...some person or other. Who was this?
"What is your name please?" He said, trying to be professional.
"El Diamente Azul" Replied the young lady who was adopting a fighting stance as she spoke. She wore a blue mask that covered most of her features.
"This is a military mission, we have no need for entertainers." Said Lindberg dismissively.
Diamente snarled and swung her leg around in a swift arc. It connected with, but avoided Lindberg's neck by a hair. Lindberg swallowed nervously.
"Is this entertaining?" She said smugly.
Lindberg calmed himself down with a deep breath.
"Very well. But I will have to write you up for attempting to assault an officer." Said Lindberg, reluctantly scribbling. |
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A woman was watching this stand-off with some amusement. She had a huge smirk on her face.
"Can I help you?" Asked Lindberg miserably.
"I'm coming on board. Save me a spot."
Lindberg frowned at the woman in question. She was dressed very strangely. She looked like a ghost.
"I don't just let-" He began but was overruled by her voice.
"Officer Michael Lindberg. Born and raised on Ganymede. Took your officers exam on Ceres and passed with high grade certification. Despite this have been turned down for command on no less than twelve separate occasions. Very tragic."
Linderg opened his mouth to speak, paused, and then spoke again.
"Looking up data before the mission doesn't buy you credibility." He warned.
"I did look it up before the mission, you're right." Said the woman. "I looked it up three seconds ago."
She smirked.
"Put me down as Izza. And don't worry about qualifications for duty. I'm much smarter than you."
She went and stood in the corner with a smile. She could feel the officers' disapproval. |
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Another young woman approached.
"Name please." Said Lindberg.
"I'm down as Arissa." She said with a smile.
"Ah yes. I have you on my list." Said Lindberg with a smile. It was nice when there was order to the chaos.
"Hmm. It says here you were meant to have boarded the Dalia the day it left."
Arissa nodded sadly.
"I was sick with flu. But I'm better now and I'm ready for this mission!" She replied excitedly.
Lindberg ticked a box and nodded.
"Very well. I should hope so. We don't want germs spreading on board."
With a huge smile, Arissa nodded.
"Thank you so much!" She said, running towards the ship.
Lindberg admired the enthusiasm. |
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"You should treat these women with some respect." Said another female voice. Lindberg looked up to see another woman standing in front of him with a determined look.
He didn't have time for politics. Everybody was treated with respect provided they carried the appropriate credentials.
"Name please?" Was all he deemed the response with.
"I'm down as Portia." Replied the woman.
Lindberg looked at his list.
"Ah! You're on the list."
"I'm on a lot of lists." Said Portia dismissively. |
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| List? Ha! Who needs a list!? |
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| I should be on this list as I am a medical professional who, in my humble opinion, is over-qualified for this mission. Check it again. |
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A man approached. He was dressed smartly which was a good sign. Somebody who took rules seriously.
"Name please?"
The man cocked his head.
"Not a big fan of names really. But you can put me down as Dain, since it's what I go by."
Lindberg scribbled.
"Not on the list..."
Dain shrugged. "Not on that one in any case. What is it you need? I can assemble a weapon in minutes, probably faster than you can these days if you're stuck on active duty."
Lindberg frowned.
"I do my research. Don't accept a job without knowing the stakes."
"Well this is a serious mission." Said Lindberg, writing still.
"That's fine. I'm a serious man at times." Said Dain with a smirk. |
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Another woman approached the group. Her face was covered too, but entirely by some kind of visor.
"Percy. I'm on the list!" She replied happily.
Lindberg checked.
"I don't see your name."
Percy frowned. "How about Katherine."
Lindberg double checked and nodded.
"Ah okay. Yes you are here. A technician? Good skill to have aboard a ship."
Maybe it would shape up okay. |
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| Hey everybody! Good to be here. |
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There was a clanking as a man approached in a heavy suit of manufactured armour. It didn't look military grade.
"Nice getup. Could help fix that up a bit." Said Percy as way of introduction.
"Nobody touches the armour except me. It's all got its own set of stories."
Lindberg frowned. This exchange was lost on him.
"Not on the list." Said the man exhaustedly. "I'm a mercenary."
Lindberg nodded. He had conceded mercenaries would be acceptable.
"Very well. Your services are required."
"The name's Garthon." He said, as he sat down with a clank.
"And don't worry. I think rules are important too." |
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| It seems like we have an interesting group. It's nice to meet all of you! |
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| Do you have a speech impediment, Garthon? |
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Another young woman approached the assembled party.
"Hi there. Felicity Green reporting for duty."
She gave a military grade salute.
Lindberg looked down.
"Ah here you are. Ah yes."
He paused. Felicity looked nervous.
"I have on my file that you're not on active duty. It's a risk having you aboard this ship if you're unwell."
Felicity shook her head frantically.
"No sir! I'm very ready for duty! I just need...just let me."
Izza marched over.
"As I already discussed, I'm a medical professional. And in my humble opinion this woman is fit to fly."
Lindberg was feeling very out of command.
"Very well. Proceed." He said.
Felicity smiled.
"Thank you sir! I won't let you down!" |
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| Thank you, it's been a long time since my last mission, but I'm ready now. I can do this. |
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| Check the list, find my name, cross it off. Easy, right? |
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A man approached the group. He was dressed casually for a space mission, but he walked with confidence.
He reached out to give Lindberg a firm handshake which threw him a little.
"Takeshi Haruki. I'm here for the mission."
Lindberg looked down at his favourite list.
"I'm not on the list."
He reached down into his front pocket and pulled out an "active service" military badge.
"A military man. You're not dressed for it."
Takeshi shrugged.
"I'm dressed for action." He said with a smirk.
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"Are you Watts? Heard a lot about you." Said a young man standing by the shuttle. He was smoking a cigar.
"I am not Watts! And put that thing out immediately!"
The man looked a little put out. This wasn't what he was expecting.
"We are going to fly out to Captain Watts' ship because he has gone too far this time."
The man put out the cigar and looked up sullenly.
"Well I'm on the pre-list anyway. Name's Stubbs."
Lindberg looked down. There it was alright. But he could tell they wouldn't see eye to eye. This young man had no respect for authority.
"The more the merrier right? We need good people. Welcome aboard Stubbs." Said Dain. |
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| There seems to be a lot of personalities here, including the list master. Good to meet everyone, anyway. |
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A man walked across the busy dock towards the shuttle as people were becoming acquainted.
"Hi there. My name's Matthieu Soderbergh. I'm on the pre-flight list."
Lindberg nodded.
"You are indeed. Asteroid scientist? The Dalia never made it to an asteroid you know..."
"I'm well aware. It's a good thing really because the ship isn't equipped for it."
Lindberg looked puzzled.
"Just something my father said once." Said Matthieu with a tinge of sadness. |
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Another woman approached the landing area. She was also carrying a document she was scribbling notes down onto.
"Name please." Said Lindberg.
"Anna. I'm a therapist."
Lindberg frowned. "That doesn't seem like an essential skillset for a mission like this."
She wrote down another note.
"What are you writing?" He asked cautiously.
"Just an assessment of behaviour. Carry on. It's fascinating." |
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"Name's Edom." Came a voice from the landing area.
And within a blur, the list was gone. Lindberg looked horrified.
"Forget the list. It's useless. What you needed was talent, and now you have some."
Dain nodded approvingly. This guy had the right idea.
He was a tallish man with sunglasses and a strange getup, full on manufactured armour a little like Garthon's.
"Now how about we take this thing and fly out? Get going on the mission already."
"We're still waiting for a full crew." He replied bluntly, snatching the list back.
"I'm all the crew you'll ever need." Edom smirked, sitting himself down near the shuttle. |
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A woman in a red dress approached the gathered crew.
"Hi there. It's Paige, reporting for active military duty."
This caused a bit of stir. She definitely wasn't dressed for military duty. Lindberg went down the list and ticked.
"This one has to come. Order of the courts apparently." He muttered, though he didn't particularly understand.
"Well that's just lovely." Said Paige with a sweet smile. "I do hope we can all get along." |
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There was quite a bit of commotion as a strangely dressed man marched towards the vessel. He was wearing a funny hat.
"You lost?" Asked Dain with a confused stare. He didn't look like he belonged.
"Not lost! Not lost at all!" Said the man, withdrawing a journal from his front pocket and checking it before placing it back neatly.
"I know exactly where I am at all times! And this is the location of the voyage is it not?!"
Lindberg sighed. He was getting tired. He wished he'd had longer to vet the crew.
"Name?"
The man cleared his throat. "Captain O'Hara, at your service!"
"You're a military Captain?" Asked Felicity curiously.
"I seriously doubt it." Said Lindberg. If this man was a captain, he would have to retire.
"No! No! I think you'll find that my name is in fact, Captain."
Anna was frantically taking notes. This was a case study in and of itself.
"We don't have time for games here. We need professionals." Said Lindberg dismissively.
"Good sir! You will find to be the most professional man! A hero, an explorer, a man of the solar system as it were! There are no plains I have not crossed, no mountains I have not climbed! Rest assured, professionalism you will find in droves here!"
"Looks good enough to me." Said Stubbs with a sneer.
"If you're an explorer. I suppose we could-" Began Lindberg exhaustedly.
"Splendid!" Said O'hara, placing his things down on the floor and promptly taking a seat. "I eagerly await the expedition!" |
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| I do say! This is the adventure of a life time, of course - I've been on plenty. However, this is, r-rather thrilling! |
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"Da Shuang."
Everybody was so taken with Captain's antics that they hadn't noticed the tall dark stranger wearing what appeared to be an outfit made entirely out of ancient computer parts.
"C-Can we help you good sir?" Asked O'Hara helpfully.
"The spirits have called to me." Said Da Shuang. "I will board this ship."
"You need to be-" Started Lindberg.
"I will board this ship." Replied Da Shuang.
"This is no ordinary mission. Have the spirits of the fallen spoken to anybody else?"
"They might have!" Said O'Hara cheerfully.
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A young man was drifting around the landing area awkwardly. He had goggles on top of his head.
"Name please?" Asked Lindberg. They were getting to a point where they had to leave now and the list was almost done but there were a couple of late-comers.
"Sam! I should be down as...I'm a technician."
"We already have a technician buddy!" Said Percy cheerfully.
Sam looked awkward and shuffled his feet.
"Maybe you could use two?"
Dain nodded.
"Of course. The more the merrier! Need all the help we can get right officer?"
Lindberg nodded. He was getting tired and anxious to fly. |
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A woman walked towards the shuttle area as Lindberg looked down at his list. Almost there. With the extras and the names he had down he was expecting about twenty including himself. That should do it nicely. She was dressed like a soldier, very smart and very prepared, so this was a good sign.
"Name please."
"Veleriya. Here to represent great nation of Russia."
There was a touch of confusion amongst the crowd.
"Where's that...?" Asked Sam with a puzzled expression.
"Nowhere these days, only in hearts and minds of great colony of Venera Outpost. True mother Russia may be dead, but the hearts of our ancestors still burn strong."
Lindberg put a tick. This one seemed competent.
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The crew were preparing to leave. Lindberg checked the list again. He needed twenty people but there was somebody missing. He double checked the list. There was a name already crossed off that he didn't remember crossing.
"Elias? Elias Baines?"
The group looked around but there was nobody responding. Lindberg sighed. They had to leave within the hour. Waiting around was not an option or it'd already be too late. The X4 wasn't THAT fast.
"Well we can't wait for him. We have to board."
The crew began to make their way into the shuttle. It was small and considerably cramped. Most likely it was going to be an unpleasant ride. Percy was looking around and checking out the equipment.
"This is a nice ship!" She offered as she traced her hand along the pipes that covered the walls. Where were these ones too? She peeked her head into a side room which contained three stasis pods.
"Only three stasis pods? That's a bit...useless." She offered.
Lindberg glanced over. "This ship works on rotational stasis. People sleep in shifts."
Percy ran her hand along the stasis pods and stopped suddenly.
"Well somebody has already taken their first shift!"
The crew gathered in the cramped booth and looked down. Sure enough, there was a man laying face up in the stasis pod, looking up with cold dead eyes.
"Is he alive?" Asked Sam nervously.
Izza walked over and investigated. "Stasis is just hibernation. He's alive, just frozen to a state where he almost isn't."
Lindberg frowned. That would be their twentieth. When had he come aboard? It didn't matter really. It was a tad annoying that he had decided to skip all pre-flight operations.
"Maybe he was just tired?" Suggested Felicity.
Elias stared up silently, a slight smile on his face. He looked relatively happy. |
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Lindberg picked up the communicator once more. Finally sound came through.
"Watts, we are about to depart. Within the hour we will approach your shuttle and board."
There was a little static before a response came back.
"Sure thing Mikey. Gonna bring us back home?"
Lindberg shuddered.
"No. The mission is pre-ordained. I don't have the authority to override it. We are merely going to provide the backup that your crew so sorely needs."
There was silence but faint noises could be heard in the background. Sounded like some kind of argument was going on. Then there was something that sent Lindberg cold.
It sounded like a crying baby.
"I-Is there an infant aboard that ship?!" He asked in horror. The rest of the crew gathered around. That was ridiculous.
"Could be." Said Watts awkwardly. "Haven't really checked. Err gotta go. There's some pressing business to attend to here. See you soon pal!"
The comm clicked off but not before the noise came back through. It was clearly a baby crying.
Lindberg looked down solemnly. This could be worse than they'd imagined.
"Okay hold on tight. Percy, sit up front. I need somebody who knows how a shuttle works."
She saluted and climbed next to the officer.
"Everybody else buckle in or at the very least hold on tight. This is a fast craft."
He wasn't kidding. The launch rocked the ship and everybody on board it to their core. Izza fell backwards and scowled. That was very unprofessional. Sam looked like he'd seen a ghost as the turbulence hit home.
Still, they were on their way. |
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| Post #3: 25th Apr 2015 9:02 PM | |
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| Post #4: 26th Apr 2015 12:13 AM | |
fuck notes, this is my journal where i get to not be in character. got a little to carried away, i will write the important stuff not everything. | | |
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| Post #5: 27th Apr 2015 12:53 AM | |
Phase 1: Docking Bay | | |
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| Post #6: 30th Apr 2015 5:07 AM | |
Phase 2: |
Layout:
Description:
Large bridge room. Looks out onto a viewport in which Jupiter is visible. There's a sinister red child moving the stars around outside. Controls and panels are functioning albeit in emergency power.
Exits:
North (West)
North (East)
Players (9):
Clifford
Elliot
Izza
Jeong
Lindberg
Misty
Paige
Portia
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The group had deliberated for long enough. It was time to reach a decision. As the flames lapped up into the lower decks, there was nervousness all around. A heated debate had kicked off that would result in a small portion being burnt to a fiery hell. There was no making a decision like this lightly.
The group stood around the table with the suits, all equipping their air filtration collars just in case something went wrong.
"Can't we just use these?" Suggested Elliot hopefully.
Percy shook her head. "Nah these things won't help. They filter atmosphere. There's no atmosphere out there. Only inside the Dalia."
There was a show of despondency at this announcement.
"Tired of talk. Action now." Said Da Shuang solemnly.
"Alrighty. I'm callin' out the nominations for Leader." Said Francis looking at a scribbled note-sheet everybody had put together.
"Seems pretty unanimous. The first leader will be....Dain."
Dain looked around at the crew as he lifted the key and opened his part of the chest. He took out a medikit and a laser pistol, carefully placing them into his pack.
"I'll use these only when necessary."
There was a look around the crew that suggested they'd rather it never be necessary, but as the heat was now rising, they were expectant of more disasters on the horizon.
"Second....." Said Francis chewing on the remains of a cigarette.
"Second is....Percy."
Percy rushed over to the chest and grabbed her share of the two things with a smile.
"Thanks guys! I won't let us down!"
"How about we get to the meat." Said Edom with a snarl. "Nobody gives two shits about the leader vote."
There were further murmurs amongst the crew.
"Alrighty. By consensus the following nine crew members don't get to have a suit..."
Glances were exchanged furtively as the names were slowly read out.
"The crew has deemed the captains should go down with their ships. Watts and Lindberg have to stay."
Lindberg gave a salute, though the bobbing of his adam's apple showed fear through his military stance.
"You're kidding me right? There's no way I'm burning alive on this thing!" Watts grumbled.
Percy and Dain walked forward, laser pistols ready.
"We want this to go as smoothly as necessary. People are bound to be upset, but we will start firing if we have to."
Watts stood his ground miserably.
"Next names. Clifford."
Clifford muttered something about keeping a brotha down as he backed into the corner.
"Veleriya."
"This is an affront to Venera and her fine people!" She said with a hiss.
"Misty."
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Shouted Misty hysterically as she darted across the room to the corner.
"Jeong."
Jeong looked puzzled and stood, making comments that nobody understood. She pointed at the suits before being ushered to the corner by the new leaders.
"Elliot."
Elliot's face fell beneath his shades. "This is karma for a wasted life." He said sadly.
"Portia."
Portia didn't want to be ushered, and resigned herself to a confident march.
"And last but not least..."
"Paige."
Paige had a look of horror on her face as she walked to the corner. She was watching the pointed guns intently.
"Everybody else grab a suit. We have no time." Said Dain as the rest rushed to grab their suits. |
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The group were all suited and ready by the airlock.
"We'll create a barrier down there so you don't suffocate. At the rate this thing is burning up, it'll probably be the exploding fuel supply that does it..." Said Percy, before uttering a final "Sorry."
"A comforting thought." Said Portia with a smile.
Percy, Melvin, Izza and Dain were the last to rush down the stairs.
"Ugh!" There was a cry of anguish. Three of the last to depart glanced over at Izza. She was holding her suit aloft, but not following.
"Come on! We have to leave now!" Insisted Dain.
"Yeah, that'd be a nice idea. Maybe you can help me out of here first?"
They glanced over, only to find one of Izza's bionic appendages was stuck in between the stairs between decks.
Percy and Dain ran over, grabbing her and pulling, but it was no use.
"We can't stay any longer!" Shouted Dain.
Below, an already suited Freyja looked up at the scene.
"Oh my god...." She said, hand instinctively reaching up to her visor in shock.
The commotion had stirred the left behind crew. Watts was first to rush down, offering his assistance in pulling Izza free too. She struggled and winced in pain as they pulled and pulled.
"There's no...ugh! There's no...there's no point! Just....just somebody take the suit and go. I'm done."
"It's now or never!" Shouted Dain.
Watts glanced up at the room above and the fleeing figures below before grabbing Izza's suit gratefully and darting down the stairs. He was the last to leave the airlock. Izza looked on in solemn silence as the doors to the ship closed for a final time. |
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The eight from the upper room came down to the stairwell where Izza was looking up in misery.
"HAHA! You fell over!" Said Misty with a look of glee.
Izza closed her eyes and tried best to tolerate it. She couldn't believe this was happening.
Lindberg turned to look up at the flight deck.
"It's an honour to die in the line of duty."
"You can keep your honour" Said Clifford with a scowl.
Only Jeong had noticed the strange eruptions from the walls. She was pointing frantically but nobody was paying attention. A sudden fizzling noise would do it though.
The group looked up to watch in awe as purple sparks danced across the walls of the shuttle. As they arced across the surfaces, they began to get more and more prominent. Izza let out a shriek as her entire body became engulfed in the purple electricity.
Lindberg held back but before too long he was also awash in purple lightning. Slowly, it took each and every one of them until all nine were covered in sparks from head to toe. Then there was a tremendous flash. |
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The flash subsided and the nine were in exactly the same positions. Izza was slumped over, but no longer caught. She jumped up hurriedly and took in her surroundings.
They appeared to be on the bridge of the ship. A large viewport window looked out onto space. In the distance, Jupiter could be seen. Strange dials and electronic displays littered the room.
But the strangest presence by far was the figure. It was glancing out into space curiously. It was the size of a child, but its skin was a tremendously bright red. It turned around to gaze at the assembled crew with bright red eyes that pierced the soul. As it cocked its bald head, the red child looked even more surreal. It was human in appearance with exception of the fact that it was earless.
"I'm sorry. I think I broke your ship." It spoke out in a cold and polite voice. There was a child-like quality to the voice.
"I am always breaking everything. I wanted to make sure you didn't break too."
Elliot looked up at the child nervously.
"You made that lightning?"
"What is lightning?" Asked the child innocently before turning back to the viewport window.
In the distance two stars were dancing around one another in a swift pattern. Lindberg looked on in horror when he realised the stars were moving exactly in time to the child's hand motions.
"It's a very nice view. I like to sit up here and watch."
"What happened to the crew of this ship?" Said Portia, trying to speak as softly as she was able with this monstrous child controlling the cosmos in front of them.
"They were no use...no use at all." Said the child sadly. Then he turned around with a sweet but horrific grin.
"Maybe you could help!"
Paige looked around to the rest of the terrified group before volunteering.
"What do you want us to do?" She offered.
"Well...there's not much use in being here anymore I don't think. What I need though is to make something big. Something really, really big!"
The child slid across the floor. The group noticed he was actually hovering slightly from the ground.
"I'm gonna put a protection on you all...there you go. So you'll be safe when it happens."
"When what happens?" Said Lindberg sternly.
"There's a bomb on the ship somewhere...I need you all to bring it back up here to me." |
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A new group win condition has been unlocked! This condition is valid to win for every member in this current group!
Objective:
Locate the bomb on board Dalia and bring it back up to the bridge. |
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| Post #7: 1st May 2015 4:36 PM | |
Phase 3:
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Layout:
Description:
Room with a pressure plate that trips dangerous spikes. Spikes are spattered with blood.
Actions:
You may choose to re-arm the trap.
Exits:
North
South(backwards)
Players (9):
Clifford
Elliot
Izza
Jeong
Lindberg
Misty
Paige
Portia
Veleriya
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Jeong pressed the door release on the North-Eastern door. She pointed excitedly as everybody generally ignored what she was saying and doing. With a sad expression, she walked through into the unknown.
The room beyond was elongated. There was a reddish glow to the air. She took a few steps forward quietly as suddenly she felt a sinking feeling beneath her feet.
As she raised her foot again, it was already too late. With a shriek, she tumbled down onto the floor below which was now covered in small metal spikes.
The other group members rushed through to find her laying in a bloodied heap on the spikes.
"Is she..." Lindberg started before he heard the grumbles coming from below.
Slowly, Jeong lifted herself upright. There was a lot of blood where her hands and body had been pierced by the spikes, but she was still alive. She pointed down to them miserably and shook her head. |
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| Post #8: 6th May 2015 5:11 AM | |
phase 4:
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Layout:
Description:
Room with a large elevator blinking on the North side. A small open box contains fusion cells and a keycard. Overhead, the words "Power, Level D" have been painted. There's a green shuttle which is currently inactive.
Items:
Fusion Cell (x2)
Keycard
Exits:
South(backwards)
West
Down
Green Shuttle (Inactive)
Players (9):
Clifford
Elliot
Izza
Jeong
Lindberg
Misty
Paige
Portia
Veleriya |
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Portia pressed the release for the Northern door, leaving behind a trail of bloodied spikes. Jeong looked back at them slightly miserably.
The room beyond felt a bit more spacious, even though it was roughly the same size. Near the North wall, an elevator shaft blinked, still operable in the dim emergency power of the shuttle.
Lindberg began to pace around the room, when he noticed a box on the floor. A keycard and some fusion cells were laid out inside it.
"Look at this." Said Elliot helpfully, pointing up to the sign which had been hastily scrawled on the wall. It read: "For Power, Level D". |
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| Post #9: 8th May 2015 2:51 AM | |
phase 5:
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Layout:
Description:
Room with a large elevator blinking on the North-East side. A computer terminal against the wall displays a message saying "system active". Beneath it is a keypad with numbers on it. A sign above the computer displays "enter target number for defensive turret system". On the South-East side there's a red shuttle which is currently inactive.
Actions:
A player may enter a two digit number into the keypad.
Exits:
North-East
South-East (*unlocked by Jeong?)
West
Red Shuttle (Inactive)
Players (9):
Clifford
Elliot
Izza
Jeong
Lindberg
Misty
Paige
Portia
Veleriya |
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Clifford approached the elevator and hit the button to release the door. Despite the ship's low power, the door sluggishly opened as the small group assembled inside. There was a rumbling noise as the elevator slowly moved down to the next level.
Finally it clicked into place. Clifford stepped out gingerly into new territory, scanning the area for any sort of dangers.
"It's fine! Let's go!" Shouted Misty, jumping out of the elevator.
Lindberg began to scour the room methodically. As well as the elevator they had taken, there was an inactive red shuttle in the corner. There was also the terminal.
Izza approached it and looked curiously. The terminal had a display implying the "system" was active despite the power shortage. She ran her hands across the surface of the numeric keys and looked at the sign over-head.
It read: "Enter target number for defensive turret system". |
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| Post #10: 9th May 2015 4:46 AM | |
phase 6:
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Layout:
Description:
Communication Station. There are comms equipment largely rendered inactive by lack of power. There is a comms device with a playback message that appears to be looping and trying to transmit outwards. Two seats contain officers uniforms, both of which contain no bodies.
Actions:
Activate the looping signal
Items:
Portal Gun
Fusion Cell (x2)
Comms Unit
Exits:
North
East
North-West (*backwards)
South
South-West
Players (8):
Clifford
Elliot
Jeong
Lindberg
Misty
Paige
Portia
Veleriya |
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The group milled into the now open South-East exit, and emerged into what appeared like a comms room. Lindberg eyed it up with a sense of nostalgia. It reminded him of his officer days.
"Urrrghh"
The group turned to look at the figure of Izza, rocking on the ground. She looked up at them with a pleading look in her eyes before purple lighting crawled up from the floor, surrounded her body and took her away.
There were a few moments of silence before Misty decided to speak up.
"Boom!" She said helpfully.
"How does something like that happen?!" Asked Elliot nervously. Paige shrugged. It was a pretty crazy ride up until now, so who could say.
"I guess we just have to press on." Said Portia, searching the comms room vigourously. There was some disused equipment in here.
Lindberg's attention however was drawn to the comms desk itself. The system was mostly inactive, so a lack of power meant they couldn't try to transmit on top of whatever that storm was out there. But there was something near the comms desk of interest.
It was a recorded message, set to transmit through the comms over and over on a loop. There was a playback switch to activate the message.
"Found some things." Offered Portia helpfully. Some fusion cells, a kind of gun and a comms device were emptied onto the floor.
Jeong was pointing frantically away from this, at the chairs near the comms desk. Lindberg nodded. He'd seen it too.
Sat upright in the chairs in front of the desk, were two officers' uniforms with no bodies of officers inside them. |
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| Post #11: 14th May 2015 3:33 AM | |
phase 7:
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Layout:
Description:
The room is slightly darkened. The walls are covered in power units which are disabled due to the lack of solid power on board the ship. The units are connected to robots which are wired up. There are four of these robots in total. A guide next to the robots reads "program functions: 1.) Delivery, 2.) Messenger, 3.) Attack. The power units have space for fusion cells.
Actions:
Players may use fusion cells to activate any of the four robots. On activation, one of the functions will need to be entered: Delivery, Messenger or Attack. If Delivery is selected, the robot can be given any items from your inventory. If Messenger is specified, a message must be composed to give to the robot. The message cannot be longer than 500 characters and can contain no URLs or images, only standard characters. Each robot will require one fusion cell to power.
Exits:
East
West(backwards)
Players (8):
Clifford
Elliot
Jeong
Lindberg
Misty
Paige
Portia
Veleriya |
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Elliot pushed out Eastwards, into a dark room with a creepy feel to it.
"Feels like I'm being watched..." Muttered Paige.
Lindberg scoured the room and his eyes came to rest on the robots.
"What are those things?" Asked Misty curiously.
"Look like some sort of robot." Responded Lindberg as he looked through the detail sheet that was next to one of the four units.
Wires were connecting them to power units, but these were disabled as power was low. There was a slot in each robot for a fusion cell to go which was presumably the backup source if the power failed. |
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