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by Sunset » Mon Aug 22, 2016 11:57 pm
by Primordial Luxa » Tue Aug 23, 2016 3:24 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by Dimoniquid » Wed Aug 24, 2016 3:57 am
by Cyberex » Wed Aug 24, 2016 4:38 am
"A civilization composed of billions of networked assimilated cybernetic individuals. The Collective watches ominously over The Federal Union of Planets and it's neighbors. In the hopes of adding them to it's collective one day.
by Sunset » Wed Aug 24, 2016 1:07 pm
by Molotov Cluster » Thu Aug 25, 2016 2:45 am
Sunset wrote:Molotov Cluster...
"Just press that button there," Bond prompted, nearly pushing it himself as he leaned across the half-empty space to demonstrate. The rest of the empty was occupied by K'Artash's curling furry tail. This had succeeded in becoming so annoying that he'd considered somehow sawing it off before the aggravating alien expired.
That moment was now very close as he turned his head to supposedly secure something or other out of the small collection of survival supplies the escape pod carried and instead clamped the kerchief-sized rebreather that hung around his neck over his mouth instead. It had been a necessity to deal with the sometimes rarified atmosphere favored aboard his previous vessel but here it was a gift. He eyed the hatch out of the corner of his eye.
First the seal would break and then the lid would lift and then there would be the first breath of fresh air as the moron indulged in the unknown. Then his face would turn sour, K'Artash would claw at his throat, and then his small eyes would turn red as the blood vessels burst. His lungs would fill with fluid as whatever noxious vapor ate them away and he would then vomit a bile of gore mixed with whatever foul liquor the creature enjoyed. At that moment, deprived of oxygen (or whatever his species prefered) his brain would die (half-die - half was already useless) and Bond would lightly kick him from the pod to rot away in the corrosion atmosphere outside. The hatch would close, he would purge the contamination, and then he would be happy.
The hatch opened and K'Artash took that deep breath, "Yo, we're stuck on a tree, you dumb fuck. You suck!"
Bond did nothing of the sort though half of his words were correct; They were stuck in a tree just a few feet off the ground and further less from the corner of a crumbling building that was slowly being torn down by that same tree. The slab-faced man did, however, brace himself against the sides and push hard against his improbably stupid companion with both feet. Perhaps he would break his neck...
by Cyberex » Thu Aug 25, 2016 4:44 am
Sunset wrote:OOC: No, I'm not keeping to the posted order. For now I'm responding as time and inspiration allow.
Cyberex...
Cynthia scream and wailed, turning from the display where the strange mechanical men hunched forward to press her face into daddy's shoulder; "Hush," he whispered, his voice even despite the fear hidden in the depths of his brown eyes. "Everything will be alright. We should let them come in..."
His eyes sought confirmation from the man who sat across from the two, his cocoa skin, tight curling hair, and indeed every feature a mirror for his own. The single differences between the two was the young girl - barely more than an infant - that clutched at the one on the right while the one on the left had a row of two parallel slices through the hair in front of his ear.
"Yes, better they come in than we go out. No surprises..."
Again he looked around the cabin for anything that would allow them to communicate with the outside world but again there was nothing. Survival supplies hidden behind concealed hatches, a flexible tank of water filling the odd spaces behind the three crash couches, and the hibernation patches that had proven unnecessary. That and the large display that sat in front of them with its endless entertainment and information that had kept them assured that indeed someone was coming all the way to the moment when the robots had appeared over the dunes. Nothing; But there he was wrong.
Noise came from the pod. A high chirp, then a beep, and then a warning in a half-dozen of the galaxy's more common languages and at the same time a warning flashed across the screen; 'Viable Atmosphere Confirmed... Local Conditions Are...' followed by a host of technical data that confirmed that the planet was at least hospitable though with the aid of the provided survival gear. Something had triggered the hatch mechanism and now there was a matching chirp and beep outside.
'For your own safety, please step back. The hatch will be opening in three... two... one...'
A bright new day and the cries of a small girl.
"A civilization composed of billions of networked assimilated cybernetic individuals. The Collective watches ominously over The Federal Union of Planets and it's neighbors. In the hopes of adding them to it's collective one day.
by The New Polish Lithuanian Commonwealth » Thu Aug 25, 2016 4:48 am
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by Cyberex » Thu Aug 25, 2016 10:39 pm
Sunset wrote:Cyberex...
"Oh thank god, they're civilized," Marcus breathed, clutching onto the edge of the pod with one hand while the other held up the self-supporting hatch with the other. Beside him Mark climbed out with Cynthia in his arms, the young girl still pressed up against him. Both were of late middle age with the rounded stomachs and barrel arms that spoke of men who had been strong in youth but who now enjoyed heavy meals together.
"What's that?" The first looked at the array of colors and symbols. "I," he pointed to himself, "I'm Marcus. And you can't understand me, can you?"
It was enough to understand that they were under no threat - nor were they themselves threatening - and he again sighed with relief before reaching inside and pulling out two boxy survival packs. The arrival of the nearby ship was a good indication that they would be leaving soon but the survival suggestions from the pod's information systems had been quite specific.
"Just in case, right?" He looked to his partner, who nodded; "Sure. And the beacon. Any idea what they are saying?"
"No," but something ticked over in his head and Marcus knelt under the open hatch and poked at the still-illuminated display with a finger. "Something in here... Ah, got it," he finished, his smooth baritone rising only slightly with excitement.
There was a squeal from speakers hidden behind tasteful wood paneling but it was not the rattle of polycarbonate cones damaged during impact but the rapid-fire sound of mathematics. A pulse and another pulse and then two pulses made one double-length pulse and the pattern repeated itself until the concept of base ten and then binary and then an alphabet and the sounds of that alphabet passed far more rapidly than they could even consider the concepts. A dictionary flashed through the ether and there was a pause as the screen flashed as it too understood.
Language Translation Completed
But Marcus had been busy. Slinging one pack to the other he had reached inside and pulled out a hexagonal orange box by a handle hidden under the seat. This he kept, straightening to look up at the blazing sun before noting the warning and accepting with another press of a button. For a moment his eyes were elsewhere and then he spoke, adopting the language offered by the robots, "Hello, I'm Marcus, this is Mark, and this is our daughter Cynthia."
"A civilization composed of billions of networked assimilated cybernetic individuals. The Collective watches ominously over The Federal Union of Planets and it's neighbors. In the hopes of adding them to it's collective one day.
by Sunset » Fri Aug 26, 2016 9:15 pm
by Primordial Luxa » Sat Aug 27, 2016 11:17 am
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by Molotov Cluster » Mon Aug 29, 2016 2:53 am
Sunset wrote:Molotov Cluster...
There was a scream - satisfying - and then a sickening crack - more satisfying - and then Bond leaned forward to look through and to the ground where the crumpled form of K'Artash brought a rarely seen grin to his face. The idiot was laying in a heap with his chin resting on some delightfully hard looking rubble and his rump and tail high in the air.
"Perhaps he broke something? Knocked out a few of his teeth? All of his teeth?"
A wind-blown newspaper chose that very moment to settle across K'Atash's face and that decided the matter, "Why check on him? Clearly dead. Even the trash knows its own and has decided to bury him!"
That may have cost him any forewarning but a sudden thought struck him, "You know, he could be a she. I never asked!"
And neither was he. There were three pre-packed emergency bags in the pod and two hit the ground before he descended with the third as well as the orange beacon he'd purposefully failed to activate. This brought him to within footsteps of the fallen douchbag - pushed, he admitted it freely - but instead of the civilized impulse to put his feelings aside and see to the health of his fellow sentient he drew his one remaining possession from his current profession as pirate and looked down the barrel of the heavy pistol.
"No," he turned and walked away, the weapon held loosely at his side, "Not even worth the charge. Perhaps some poor animal will suffer the indigestion and eat him. Her?"
That settled he adjusted the packs and set off into the city in search of something useful or familiar.
by Sunset » Fri Sep 02, 2016 6:08 pm
by Cyberex » Mon Sep 05, 2016 2:25 pm
Sunset wrote:Cyberex...
"Greetings Marcus, I am Sarlerii Dasmur of the Cyberex, we would be delighted if you and your companions would follow me to the shuttle."
"Thank you, yes," the closer of the two men nodded, any attempt at a handshake obliterated by the pack he still held in both hands. There didn't seem to be any nervousness or anxiety about interacting with the robotic MetaRevs but his eyes were almost constantly on the bleak world around them and in particular on the sun high in the sky. Occasionally he would look to his daughter and then back to the pod, "Yes, I think that would be best."
It was Mark who asked the questions as soon as they were all aboard, though perhaps a question better asked outside; "Sarlerii Dasmur? Mr. Dasmur," the formal was a guess but the meaning was in his tone, "I've never heard of Cyberex," he looked over to Marcus, who confirmed this with a nod, "And I'm not quite sure where we are either. In fact I'm pretty sure we're very lost," he confessed, shifting in his seat to move the young Cynthia into a more comfortable position for her, though this left him in less. "We were on the Star's Charter - a cruise ship - and we'd just entered a nebula for some sightseeing when - and I don't know the particulars - there was some kind of distress call from a yacht and then a few minutes later the Captain warned everyone that pirates had boarded the ship."
Again Marcus confirmed his partner's story with a nod, "That's right. We weren't too far from where they came aboard and when we heard shooting we ducked into this - that - escape pod. We figured we'd be safe in there but then something happened and... Well, here we are, Mr. Dasmur."
"And with no idea where here is, or who you are," Mark finished. "Except that you look to be civilized enough to not shoot us or knock us unconscious. Better than the pirates," and both men finished with a shared nod, "Mhm!"
"A civilization composed of billions of networked assimilated cybernetic individuals. The Collective watches ominously over The Federal Union of Planets and it's neighbors. In the hopes of adding them to it's collective one day.
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by Primordial Luxa » Fri Sep 09, 2016 9:33 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by Dimoniquid » Sun Sep 11, 2016 2:43 am
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by Cyberex » Fri Sep 16, 2016 1:14 pm
"A civilization composed of billions of networked assimilated cybernetic individuals. The Collective watches ominously over The Federal Union of Planets and it's neighbors. In the hopes of adding them to it's collective one day.
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