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The Empire of Tau
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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby The Empire of Tau » Fri Nov 29, 2019 6:24 pm

Merchant Man, Sam
Drifting Ship


Pressed for time due to the holidays. I’ll just post actions. Sam is going to take a look at that drifting spaceship. He’s going to take a few lads with him equipped with T25-DEPs and explore the parts that does not need a spacesuit. Let’s hope that I don’t die.
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Elerian
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Postby Elerian » Sat Nov 30, 2019 2:19 pm

Old Man, Rakodan


Even though they'd been off to a rocky start, he now wished that one of those hired guards had come along with him and T'Kess. The whirring of old machinery, and the familiar clop of cold metal limbs gracelessly moving along the ancient stone floors. They reminded him of zombies or remnants he'd heard in stories meant to scare him as a child. And yet now, with them as large as life in front of him he was more afraid than he'd ever been as a child. They slowly lifted their rotted arms to open fire on the intruders, and the three of them fell away behind cover.

There was no way he'd be able to destroy all of them in one fell swoop as he had upstairs, it was too dangerous. His Psionics were still rusty, and he didn't quite feel like being ripped asunder by the paracasual just yet. There wasn't anything of great use in this room that he could utilize to his advantage against the decrepit sentinels, so he would be forced to improvise. He was confident that he could use a weak Psionic blast to weaken the ceiling enough to destroy a handful of the battle droids. However, that likely wouldn't destroy all of them. He stood up from his cover, and braced himself for what was to come.

"Steel yourselves, this may get ugly."

Using as much concentration as he could muster he looked for a particularly weak location in the ceiling above the droids. Hopefully he wouldn't kill them all in the process.

Action: Target the Ceiling above the Droids with a weak Psionic blast

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Zjaum
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New York Times Democracy

Postby Zjaum » Mon Dec 02, 2019 8:24 am

T'kra Tyawerai

Tuhi and Dori- finally, two names that she could actually pronounce with her vocal chords. It wasn't of too much comfort to her, knowing that she wouldn't be actively saying its name while carting her supplies. What offset the balance, though, was that this was far too strange of a place for her to frequent. She couldn't consume most drugs, so she'd never met her contacts before. It would have otherwise made the trip much, much easier. The Tuhi District itself, though, had very good sun baths. Several, in fact, across the district. Sure, they bore different names than sun baths, like "tanning salon" and "incinerator," but she had made several trips to them and nobody seemed to mind.
Roai and Keyu were immensely irritated, physically speaking. They'd already been in a cold environment, and now they were forced back into the cold yet again. They did their best, poor little darlings, to not scratch incessantly at all the small nerve endings that raised alarm all over their body. The occasional scratch, however, seemed to work just fine.
T'kra paused. This was a generally new part of the Tuhi District. To her. Knowing the station, it was probably centuries if not millennia old, but it didn't have any good heat sources. She tried to stay away from it as best she could. She looked behind her. They stood out head and shoulders above the rest of the crowd, yet they felt like they were held by some great beast, escaping its clutches just to scratch a kneecap. T'kra stopped the cart. A thirty-second hiatus would seem natural. As members of the same rare species, they were very apparently part of her crew. A group diagnosis would be natural. T'kra turned off her translator and beckoned them to catch up with her. The actions T'kra made looked as if she was pulling them off to a corner and discreetly reprimanding them, but the words (in Werai) that she spoke were as follows.

Action:
"Roai, go ahead of me and try to reach our contacts. If you find them, stay there, and signal me if I come into view."
"Keyu, scout out the alleyways and venues to the sides of us and try to find any potential threats in our way. Meet back up with me when you are clearly in the Dori District."


T'kra turned her translator back on. "Taur ovt'kreh ovoora weruaru'u, ovtar wyiyi teryi!" "If no can no heat short time, no worth of money of mine." That should throw enough people off the scent. Hopefully.
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I use my NationStates stats, because a population of billions/trillions and an economy of hundreds of trillions is totally viable, trust me.
But seriously, aside from the population and GDP, just assume that my NS stats are roughly accurate.

Support: Paleo-imperialism, conservatism, libertarianism, Christianity.
Against: Stupid people, resistance to industrial progress, alt-right, any form of government at or beyond socialism.

I hail from The League of Conservative Nations. Hearts unthawed, hearts unshaken!

Takaka Tar' Turayi,
The stars will be ours someday.

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The National Dominion of Hungary
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Iron Fist Consumerists

Postby The National Dominion of Hungary » Mon Dec 02, 2019 3:09 pm

Kyr Mirhorn Van

As they emerged from the limbo-levels between the vast dockspire and the station proper they finally made their way down winding streets, more people could be seen here but as they saw the heavily armed group they slunk away into side-streets or into their homes, giving them wide berth. Kyr soon realized that walking down the streets could be a very bad idea when a band of pissed-off pirates might post a bounty for any information on a heavily armed group of dunkidor skulking about with a bunch of frightened folk dressed in rags. They moved through the side-streets themselves now, occasionally stopping in a relatively secluded area so some of Kyr's crew could go ahead and check for any signs of them being double-crossed or of Zevo's men catching up to them. The coast seemed clear however and before long they finally found themselves as the address which they had been provided. It seemed like an ordinary lower-end habblock, run down and dirty with cracks in the walls and many windows closed and barred, illuminated sparsely by the light of adjacent windows and neon signs. She looks over the building several minutes before ordering two of her men to check it, soon one of them pops his head out of the door, sounding the all-clear. They enter and go up a flight of stairs, walls saturated by layers of graffiti. A pythean lay on a mat in the staircase, convulsing as the high of whatever narcotic he had taken was wearing off. Lights flickered as they entered the apartment they had been instructed too. There he was, the man who had hired them. Next to him were three humans, each holding an SMG. A precaution, their employer said matter-of-factly. One could never be to careful. He paid his complements to the dunkidor and said that while credits might not ease their pain after the loss of one of their comrades, it would help them hire crew and lay low until Zevo's rage subsides, or arms themselves and go after him if they so wished, it was not his problem now. As the slaves heard that they had been saved and the dunkidor mercenaries hired for money pooled by their families in order to free them, they went wild with joy. After Kyr was paid the 1000 credits promised and the mercenaries left. As they made their way back to the ship, each of them wondered what their chief would spend their newfound wealth on.

Skill-check: 41 - Small Failure. Something, or someone saw, perhaps...



Sam Bridge Iron

The drifting ship gleams with frost, it's windows are dark, it's engine and reactor are silent and cold. But the structural damage is limited and according to the sensors, the compartments around the ship starboard airlock should be sealed, pressurized and perfectly safe. Sam orders his pilot to close the distance to the ship and soon they extend a docking tunnel from their own airlock, as the blisters seal, the captain brings a handful of his crew, all armed to the airlock for the short walk over to the wreck. They walk slowly, fearful that the blister might detach and spill them silently into the void but upon seeing Sam's confidence they take heart and approach the drifting vessel's airlock. Setting down the tools they had brought with, Sam's crew begin the effort of prying it open. One of the men who had come with him all the way from Qharlaq finally manages to get the doors open accompanied by a hissing sound, the fanfare is short-lived however, the wreck's gentle movement rocks the docking tunnel and the man slips, falling toward the moving doors of the airlock. He cries out in pain, his hand and fingers mangled on a piece of moving, uncaring metal. The crew are immediately frightened, spacer-stories of evil spirits and ghosts aboard drifting wrecks abound the spacer's cantinas and ship-galleys all across the galaxy. They enter through the airlock into a dark, largely empty room and look around, near one of the walls is a sizable container which they haul aboard their ship at Sam's order but when he gathers them to go further they absolutely refuse to enter the "cursed ghost-ship" again, fearing they would end up like their crewmate, or worse. Sam relents and they cast of, leaving the wreck to drift. Instead they open the large container they had barely managed to get onto their freighter. As they open the container, they soon see a selection of obscenely large seeds while a musky scent fills the cargo hold. Sam had never seen anything like it, neither had any of his crew until the Zorvishi who recently joined strides up with a smile, picks one up and tries to take a bite, he drops it with pained yelp, blood on his teeth. He later explains that they looked very similar to a fruit from his home planet back in the Freeholds.

Skill-check: 36 - Failure. One crewmember slightly injured.
Skill check: 30 - Failure. Failed identification - gain Container of Strange Seeds (15 cargo units)




Leon Tchaikovsky

As the withering hail of fire let up for a bare few seconds, letting the laser blasters bolted to the ancient sentinels cool down after the intense volleys of lasblasts they had directed toward the intruders, T'Kess popped out of cover with a determined fury that seemed far from the whimpering of her cowering assistant, the Ellirean's counter-fire mostly went wide, she was no soldier after all and the stress was making her jittery. The old warship that was Admiral Tchaikovsky however, rose from behind the cover confidently and his mind reached out to the beyond. Time passed differently there, only a millisecond or two had passed in realspace but in him mind, Leon had been minutes adrift in a strange, colorful sea sailing through the air of a starry void. He felt the gaze of unknowable intelligences and there, with one of those gazes, he felt a great warmth and strength suddenly bloom within him. He smiled and thanked it. Thrown back into realspace Leon found a loud war-cry spilling from his lips. Strange, colorful crackles lit up around him and a white light shone brightly in his clenched fist as well as in his eyes. With a mighty push he unleashed the paracasual forces at the combat robots that assailed them, or to be exact at a crack in the wall. Something had bestowed his with great power for the roof buckled and collapsed, great chunks of rock and dust fell and buried the ancient automatons under a heap of debris as a great gust of dust swallowed Leon and filled his mouth and nose, which he then expelled with a violent burst of cough. As the strange forces left him, he felt a great exhaustion wash over him and he sank to the ground with a terrible headache. He saw T'Kess rush over to him and look, her hands came away bloody as he passed him a bottle of water which he drank from greedily, he was bleeding from his nose and ears. Two such displays of paracasual might in such short a time take their toll. But they were safe now, and the road to the lab was open...

Skill-check: 92 - Great Success! Psionic Over-straining, -1.5 Heath, now 8.5.



T'kra Tyawerai

T'kra pulled up her hand-terminal and there was a message from Roai, she had contacted the delivery's recipient and gotten the street and address where they were to make the exchange, it was straightforward, easy even T'kra thought to her self as she wheeled her little cart down the street again. It wasn't the most high-paying job she had ever done but then again, the risks seemed minimal and they needed some quick cash to get themselves equipped and ready for more demanding tasks, either on the station or in the surrounding stars. As the neared the drop off point, she could once again hear the ringtone of her handterminal. As she answered a nervous Kevu spoke back. She had been checking out the surrounding blocks and there was a group of suspicious individuals seemingly skulking about near where Roai was waiting with two Fisher Kings for T'kra to arrive with the shipment. Roai didn't quite manage get a good look at them without getting spotted but there seemed to be four, maybe five of them? A few looked like they were hiding guns under baggy clothes and while she couldn't see any tattoos or other identifiers, she suspected that maybe the Skulle Levies found out about the shipment... should they warn Roai and the Fishers? But then if they were Levies, they would know they had been detected, maybe T'kra and Kevu could ambush them? But then again, what if they were just locals...

Skill-check: 59 - Small Success.



Plotek i medialnych bredni nie daj sobie wmówić,
Codziennie się rozwijaj i nie daj się ogłupić,
Atakowi propagandy stawiaj czoło dzielnie,
Nie daj sobą sterować i myśl samodzielnie.


Mass Effect Andromeda is a solid 7/10. Deal with it.

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Ralnis
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Father Knows Best State

Postby Ralnis » Wed Dec 04, 2019 9:14 am

Kyr Mirhorn Van

Getting the money was an amazing feeling on top of rescuing those slaves. Even more so that they bit deep into the numbers of the Wicked Grin. After years of having piss poor jobs and bad dealings, something good came to them. Still, Zax was injured by a plasma shot and another died by the same bolts. The death of their comrade didn't go in vain and the Clan prayed for their soul to be lifted into the afterlife and be with the gods. It was a shame they couldn't collect their feathers for a proper burial.

After a couple of days of mourning the Clan got to business. Zax needed to be sent to the doctor and they needed to both get more ducks and better arms. It was more of a precaution as the pirates would still be out for blood and no doubt that a bounty was placed on the information of Clan Mirhorn Van and the ducks needed to get themselves prepared by any and all means. Should they try to strike another wound to Zevos and his men or leave off-station to take harder jobs then such things would be necessary.

They needed to make sure that if they do take off-station jobs that the Battered Fly is really prepared to go into larger gang territories. Some ducks were not entirely sure about doing that just yet, knowing that the pirates could find them around the Outer Rim for vengeance. Because of this some were actually wanting to sharpen their bills against the pirates as one would dedicate themselves to fight against numbers like that. While others believe to wait out the storm of rage and try to pick up an easy contract or maybe some protection from a higher power in the station in exchange for offering security.

All those were reasonable ideas for the time being but first is that Zax had to get healed and to start recruiting ducks for the Clan.

Actions: Get Zax healed of his moderate injury. Have Kyr and her men start recruiting Dunkidor around the station for Clan Mirhorn Van.

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The Empire of Tau
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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby The Empire of Tau » Thu Dec 05, 2019 11:54 pm

Merchant Man, Sam
I gonna study for my finals and write my essays


As the title says, finals are coming. I gonna get my brain stuffed with facts or else I fail, and I can't have that. So, I'm gonna summarize my actions. Get back to the ship. Fix up that Qharlaq that got injured. The Suvura 3300 has a med-bay. After that, get these strange seeds on-board. Once that is done, fly over to Ylem. If I do get to Ylem then I'm going to try to sell my plasma cells to the local militia or anyone willing to buy, but not to pirates. I don't think pirates would buy from me in the first place anyhow. They'll likely just kill me for it.

These strange seeds, I have to find out what the hell are those. If I can, I would try to get into contact with some xeno-botanist on Ylem (if there is one). Let's hope that I got something good on my side. Maybe, I could start up a farm. Who knows.
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Elerian
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Father Knows Best State

Postby Elerian » Fri Dec 06, 2019 1:22 am

Old Man, Rakodan


This time he didn’t smile after his feat. Instead he collapsed just after a cascade of dust enveloped the room, kicked up by the great heap of debris he’d created. He found it hard to breath, and not just from the dust. Blood began to pour from his ears, nose, and mouth. His labored breathing quickly turned to gurgles, and he felt as though he was drowning. T’Kess came to him then and gave him water that he tried to gulp down, but was forced to spurt back out. He lay there, trying with difficulty to breath and at the same time not move his battered body.

It was sometime before he was able to rise again. He looked haggard, even more than before, if such a thing was possible. Blood stained his face and all down his front. He looked like some sort of cannibal or savage from the holovids that the Imperium used to love. He certainly felt like a savage, using everything he had to keep himself alive for a moment longer. But through his deeds he’d earned himself and his companions a look into the laboratory that they both sought. First however, he was interested in investigating the hundreds of containers that lay about them for anything of use.

Action: Investigate the Containers for anything of use, then delve into the Laboratory

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Zjaum
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New York Times Democracy

Postby Zjaum » Fri Dec 06, 2019 1:52 pm

T'kra looked at her comms. Wuokaiya was much too difficult to read on the small screen, let alone the fact that she had to insert more common characters in place of those in her language. It took her a minute to read Roai's comment, and another to read Keyu's. She kept pushing the cart forward.

She could only imagine the consequences of full transparency. Roai reads the message out loud, then panics. If those weren't the Skulls, the actual Skulls would certainly know by then. There would likely be some sort of shootout, which would lead to a dead Roai. At best, the Fishers would get spooked and flee the scene. Either way, there would be irretrievable losses for T'kra.

Keyu certainly couldn't take them out. One versus five, and that with the crew's single weapon attached to T'kra's hip. Even if everyone knew immediately, it would be even numbers, and their side would be quite outgunned. T'kra couldn't make it in time. All she would get out of that would be a ship to herself and a shocking amount of incriminating drugs.

Well, were the strangers even Skulls? The odds were low, but how could she find out? Do something unpredictable. Spook their side instead of hers. Do it discreetly, so as not to attract the attention of anyone who wasn't paying close attention. Heck, if they were Skulls, and she was really lucky, they could slip out of notice.

Action: Tell Roai to lead the recipients two blocks to the left. DO NOT give any explanation. Change the destination of the cargo to two blocks left. Tell Keyu to keep a close watch on the potential Skulle Levies.
I use my NationStates stats, because a population of billions/trillions and an economy of hundreds of trillions is totally viable, trust me.
But seriously, aside from the population and GDP, just assume that my NS stats are roughly accurate.

Support: Paleo-imperialism, conservatism, libertarianism, Christianity.
Against: Stupid people, resistance to industrial progress, alt-right, any form of government at or beyond socialism.

I hail from The League of Conservative Nations. Hearts unthawed, hearts unshaken!

Takaka Tar' Turayi,
The stars will be ours someday.

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The National Dominion of Hungary
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Iron Fist Consumerists

Postby The National Dominion of Hungary » Sat Dec 07, 2019 5:06 am

Kyr Mirhorn Van

Kyr and the Dunkidor set about their work, first order of business was to get Zax to a clinic where he could be treated. It took some time, the ducks never walked alone and made all efforts they could at remaining inconspicuous, the pirates they had stolen from might have eyes in many places across the station after all and Kyr was not willing to gamble when their numbers were so low. They swung by a clinic in the Gozu district relatively close to the Blind Eye, Zax´s favorite cantina on the station. Managed by an eccentric Pythean doctor who had for some unfathomable reason come here to work on the station, whenever questioned about his decision he simply always said he "liked the challenge". To help the greatest possible number of people taking into account the limited resources at his disposal. The doctor's staff were used to seeing injuries like this, this was Noctis after all and the best thing about this clinic? It was cheap, no more than 140 credits to pay for the treatment and medication required. At the same time Kyr went down to Thenis, a part of the station largely inhabited by individuals from a wide variety of the Galaxy's avian species, including many Dunkidor. She had posted notices on many of the station's nets and now she went to post them on the public holoboards and bar newsboards, promising young adventurous Dunkidor a place in a rising clan, a life of excitement and travel across the stars, something that very well might catch the eye and interest of listless local Dunkidor youths. In between her trips posting notices and swinging by weapons stores, she got to thinking of her past on this station. She was glad at their recent success despite the loss of one of their number and in the evenings, the reflected on her last ten years, realizing how far she had come and much she had learned. Soon, her new recruits would arrive for interviews and indeed they did. Many were clanless and born here on the station, young and fresh-feathered these ducks made up for their lack in experience with an almost contagious enthusiasm, hearing the stories of parents and grandparents they longed for a clan to call their own. Kyr had to turn many down, those who were simply too weak, too young or had no useful skill or education. In the end, she had sent away a dozen but five prospecting members of Clan Van remained, each asking 25 credits as a signing fee.

Level Up! Pick one 5-point Trait. Gain 5 investable Skill Points!

You think back, and consider what you learned from a scar on your body.

Trait - An attempt on your life: There is a scar left by a gunshot wound next to your heart, you've learned since then to be more judicious in your choice of friends - Gain 3 Brawn and 2 Guile.

Trait - A maintenance accident: As a young, newly minted star-captain you helped make routine repairs when suddenly, a flash, a jet of scalding steam. You spent a week in a hospital bed, trapped in boiling dreams - Gain 3 Brain and 2 Heart.



Sam Bridge Iron

The human crewmate who had come with Sam ever since the slums of the great city-world spent the remaining days of the trip in the medical bay. It was a trip without any major hiccups and the crew soon started spinning tall tales of their encounter with the ghost ship which they would no doubt embellish further when they told them to any and all people who happened to pass close enough when they went drinking at the nearest cantina or club. What irked Sam was the seeds, when they set down they would have to find some kind of botanist or xenobiologist in order to actually find out what those things were, for now. He had ordered the container sealed, who knew what kind of spores or seeds those things might release after all. When the finally set down at Ylem's main spaceport they emerged into the ravaged streets once more, the city of Discovery was still in a poor state, not much had changed and it would probably take quite a while longer before it did. Security at the airport was tight and they had to submit to inspection, luckily, as they carried no contraband Sam and his crew were soon free to leave the ship and conduct their business. Sam then contacted the materials department of the planetary militia, it took a few days but then a human man in a simple uniform finally arrived. Sam and his crew welcomed him aboard and showed him into the cargo hold, after which they opened the crate of cells. The officer looked them over, asking the standard questions and finally offered Sam 1150 Credits for the crate, he then gave Sam his contact info and told him to call when he makes a decision. Sam could take it, or he could perhaps try and get a better price from the officer. In the meantime, his crew had been out canvassing the city and the network for a local xenobiologist. It was hard but they heard a rumor of a skilled biologist from another system which had been raided by the pirate armada, like many other people in the cluster, he had fled to Ylem and was rumored to stay in one of the refugee camps, they had the coordinates.

Injured crewman is healed - Med-bay needs to be re-stocked with supplies before being used again, recharge cost - 65 Credits.



Leon Tchaikovsky

Stumbling to his feet with T'Kess´ help, Leon set about exploring his surroundings, his heart was pounding, as was his head but he had no interest in showing weakness. Instead he began to look through the small metal containers, similar to silver pitchers with Rakodani decorations similar to the geometric patterns painted on the smooth stone walls. From most came only the terrible smell left behind by drinks evaporated and gone bad long, long ago leaving only dark stains. All while T'Kess and her assistant were hard at work trying to open the doors, Leon searched around for anything of value. He quickly realized that he wouldn't find anything in those pitchers but then, his foot caught on something. Stick out from under one of the cabinets that lined the walls was a small, dusty box. Leon picked it up and blew away the thick layer of ancient dust which prompted him to sneeze loudly. As he opened the box, he found what seemed like a laser pistol, with a couple of power-cells and next to it was a small pile of well-crafted ancient jewelry inlaid with intricate patterns and small blood-red gems. Under it there was what Leon though was an ancient datapad, one which he might need help if he wanted to extract anything useful, or at least some equipment. As he returned to the Ellireans, they soon managed to get the door to the lab opened. The entered the dark room, it was filled with tables, ancient research equipment and strange storage tanks similar to cloning vats. As they approached, they saw that some were stasis tank, in which strange mutated creatures stared at them, dead in the murky liquid. Four-armed, stooped and with large growths on their backs and rows of jagged teeth. Immediately questions assailed Leon's mind, what were they doing in what seemed like a great home? Why down here and not in some ancient research facility? Who made them? Why? T'Kess interrupted his thoughts as she desperately and noisily searched for any sign that the ancient data-terminals might be powered up...

Scavenger's Luck: 77 - Gain Ancient Laser Pistol, Gain Ancient Jewelry, Gain Seemingly broken Ancient Datapad.



T'kra Tyawerai

Roai gulped, this might not be easy, it might backfire horribly if those Fisher King thugs though that this was some last-minute attempt to trick them out of the product they were waiting for. The Werai woman still tried her best and lo and behold. It seemed Roai was particularly persuasive today and the Fishers seemed not to take that much issue with her made-up reasoning for them to move, perhaps they were new on the job and not over careful, which would make it even worse if things came to a shootout. Luckily Roai was currently leading the Fishers away and right to the point T'kra had told her to set as a new exchange point. Keyu still kept her eyes on the suspicious strangers, they were twitchy, nervous, looking in the direction of the former drop-off point. Keyu stayed out of the way attempting to remain inconspicuous. The strangers sent one of their number forward, Keyu followed at a distance and indeed, she stranger in the long coat was on his way to the former meeting spot and when he saw there was nobody there but the occasional passer by he pulled out his hand-terminal and made a call. She couldn't quite hear what he was saying but from his mannerisms and tone, he seemed to say his excuses, apparently having made the rest upset. He quickly made his way back to the rest, Keyu followed once more and watched them huddle up, speaking hurriedly with annoyed voices. They could try to make the deal in the new spot, it might take whoever these people were a while to find it, if that is what they were looking for at all. Then they could get their payment and get the hell out of these part before any bullets start flying, at them or otherwise.

Skill-check: 80 - Large Success
Skill-check: 54 - Small Success



Plotek i medialnych bredni nie daj sobie wmówić,
Codziennie się rozwijaj i nie daj się ogłupić,
Atakowi propagandy stawiaj czoło dzielnie,
Nie daj sobą sterować i myśl samodzielnie.


Mass Effect Andromeda is a solid 7/10. Deal with it.

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Ness Alquam
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Founded: Nov 12, 2019
Ex-Nation

Postby Ness Alquam » Tue Dec 10, 2019 3:57 am

Sakol Linyako

"Are you sure you haven't heard anything else about the Pythean university?" Sakol asks the information broker. The room contains several circular stations with hologram ads lining the walls and chairs in one corner with the sign 'Waiting Area' hanging over the seats. The information broker was a Salunri dressed in sleek dark clothing and used his hands to interact with the holographic computer to search for the information that Sakol wanted.

"Sir, I have told you this before but there hasn't been any other information released about the status of the research expedition" the Salunri reply after searching for a few minutes. "Now if you could leave, there is a line forming behind you," while the Salunri point to the growing crowd inside the waiting area. Sakol hangs around an extra second before heading toward the exit as another person was called to the information broker he just left.

"If only I had access to a private information broker I would get better results," Sakol thinks to himself while walking through the exit while clicking on his communicator see his account with 0 credits. "But because of our current financial situation, I have no choice but to rely on a public information broker. However, even a public broker should provide good enough information. If there is no additional information, does that mean something has happened to the research station?"

All of sudden, Sakol feels a heavy weight on his back causing him to turn his body to maintain balance. Sakol tilts his head to recognize who just jump on his back, his chief scientist of the Starbringer Enri Cerno. She was dressed in a brown pilot jacket with grey camouflage pants and black running shoes. Enri and Sakol develop a close friendship in terms of closer than Margon and Akuske but not Ifele as both of them are scientists having a lot in common with each other. Whenever Sakol wasn't busy as Captain or completing check-ups with his crew, he would drift to the research section of the ship where Enri and him researched into Builder cloud cities as well as Pythean military to prepare for their upcoming expedition. They covered the research section of the ship with posters of their research in order to show all the knowledge they learned in the meanwhile.

"Yo, Captain. You look like you were thinking pretty hard." Enri announces while twirling around the Sakol.

"I never do understand how you can't be this happy when we haven't started our expedition yet." Sakol grimaces while following Enri's movements with his eyes.

"Ah, Captain. You can't be down simply because we haven't found anything yet. Take a look around. We are far away from home amongst exotic species." Enri exclaims while pointing to the station around her.

"I mean you do have point. It is kind of amazing to see all sorts of species coming together to build the society present in this station." Sakol says while easing his facial expression and glancing around the people around him.

"See, Captain. Sometimes you just have to enjoy the small stuff in life and not worry so much about the big things. So what's on your mind that you are looking like that?" Enri asks while leading Sakol through the station.

"I just don't know what to think about this lack of information surrounding this research expedition. I like to go into situations prepared so I can achieve the highest efficiency." Sakol tells Enri.

"You know what I think?" Enri turns around looking at Sakol and pauses waiting for a response from Sakol before continuing, "I think we did the best that we could do. I think that we are ready for whatever this station holds for us whether it is Pythean guards or space monsters. I believe we can take them on."

"I think you're right. There is no more time for stalling. All we can do now is head to the station and hope whatever is waiting for us there, is easy to kill." Sakol sighs before going in front of the Enri leading the way to their ship. "We depart today. Tell the rest of the crew to get ready. We're finally going to the site to find out what happened to this expedition that seems to disappear into thin air."

Action: Sakol and his crew depart for the site given to them by the Xenoarcheological Department.
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Postby Ralnis » Wed Dec 11, 2019 9:29 pm

Kyr Mirhorn Van,
The Battered Fly


Having Zax stitched up and five new ducks that had managed to have the requirements that the Clan needed. The Clan was now up to ten and already was fresh for work. Already they had been ready to try some more work or at least prepare to strike against the Wicked Grin. The very idea was still a dangerous work in order further strike against the pirate band. It would make their work more dangerous if they didn't get the pirates off their backs but it also means that they would put themselves even more in their crosshairs because of their raids. They had already had reports of Zevros already put a bounty on them so finding work was going to be tough.

Because of this, they kind of need to strike against Zevos and might be worth to disrupt more of their operations around the station. It would be something to show as a means of skill and strength against common pirate with plasma weapons but they are also armed and armored. So they should look for work more if they were to get more equipment to fight the Wicked Grin. Well, even still with the money from the job allows them to armor up and get some new guns.

With the next order of business is to make sure that everyone is well and equipped for work or fighting off pirates Kyr stayed back and reminisced of what has transpired.

It had been ten years since she became the christened leader of the broken Clan. She stayed on the station by leaving the Eternal War and the Thule Clusters to the Outer Rim. It was better than nothin and being in the capital of the region means that work was never in short supply. Of course most of the pirate and merc companies were part of the Renegade King's armada. Independent's like Kyr were not entirely uncommon either but she only had a few ducks underneath her at any time so she was below their radar. Jobs like the Wicked Grin were the first that she's ever done. Most of them had been escort jobs or jobs that made them very little money.

As par the course with their jobs, many of them came to bite them in the tail. One of them left a gunshot scar near her heart. The person who did it was a lover and second-in-command. She always loved her and that night when they were asleep her lover pulled out her laser pistol and nearly killed Kyr on the spot. She didn't get a second chance as Kyr killed her with that pistol by bludgeoning her with it. After the ordeal Kyr cried in her room for months before the money had nearly gone out.

It was within those moments that made her into what she was now. She trusted no one that close anymore and turned her grief into a weapon. She sharpen her combat skills and try to keep her wits about herself. She learn how to know the tricks of the Station and the Outer Rim. To learn how to fight harder and become more wily with tactics. It was all to not pour her soul out for another and don't touch the bottle. But was it worth it? At the end Kyr always asked that question as she submits herself to prayer to the gods and to the ordeals of having a small merc outfit that bares the name of a broken clan.

Kyr went into her room as she finish putting on her normal clothing and her hand touches the scar. The reason she can't trust anyone like that, never getting too close and always trying to strive to be better than what she used to be. Years of loving another wasted in an attempt to get some credits and control over three ducks at the time. Now all she can do was train, train and forget the pain. The pain itself was a memory of her and the death of her. Kyr clenched her hands and her eyes as she started to train. Each session brings out the sweet nothings of her and the bitter betrayal she caused.

Good morning my Golden Bill...

Kyr punches the Zorveshi-sized dummy.

I hope you don't mind that I took the liberty of stealing your kills. Can't have all the honor in battle, you know?

She attacks more fiercely at the dummy.

Even if we don't get good jobs Kyr, I will always love you.

Tears start to form and drop down as Kyr kept attacking the dummy with wild abandon.

Please forgive me Kyr. I'm sorry for this is come down to but...

Kyr screams as she shot at the dummy till the magazine was empty.

I deep breath Kyr heard the knocking on the metal door and she opened it to find Zax asking what happened. The tech-duck was new to the Clan when Kyr's love was in and some didn't stick around when she had killed the usurper to the Clan. The very idea was normal for Ducks to kill their traitors or to duel each other for leadership. They were warriors after all and have devoted every part of their being to fighting the Imperium and their successors of the Blessed Empire.

After Zax left her back to her training she was doing but started to become more focused on what has transpired with the Wicked Grin raid. The very raid went off with some complication and with one dead and Zax injured. However they did their assault successfully and managed to kill three times their number via an ambush. Overall that was a very good hit and they managed to get away despite bigger numbers at them and herding captured people before they got to become slaves.

Her skills had brought honor and pay to the Clan but there's always more that can be done. Her combat tactics needed improving and her sneaking skills needed to be brushed up on. She started to study and train these two skills as a means of doing better for her clan. She brought in her own Clan to train them as they needed to be prepared for better and bigger jobs. Zax was at least happy that they were still doing work despite a band of pirates coming after them.

Kyr sent out her Clan to find jobs pertaining to being off-station and maybe having a bigger payout then just some small gang wanting some muscle. The Clan was still on a high after their success after the Wicked Grin and wanted to prove themselves once again to the gods and bring honor to their Clan.

Action: Try to search for jobs that are off-station and have some risk for the Ducks to continuously test themselves with.


Buying Equipment:

1,081 credits

-145 credits for Zax
-250 credits for 5 ducks to join the Clan
-200 credits for 4 pieces of light armor for the Clan
-60 credits for 2 pieces of personal shields for the Clan
-180 credits for 2 Zavras 222-ARs for the Clans
-50 credits for 1 piece of light armor for the Clan
-30 for 1 piece of a personal shield for the Clan
-130 credits for 2 EDI M6 Storms for the Clan
- 30 for 1 piece of a personal shield for the Clan

6 credits left

10 out of 10 Ducks armed
8/10 Ducks shielded and/or armored

Skills increased:

Trait acquired: A gunshot wound near the heart that was from a lover of Kyr. The Chieftess never trusted anyone like that again and watch people more closely. +3 Brawn, + 2 Guile

+5 investable stat points used.
+2 Brawn, +3 Guile.

New Stat changes: 40 Brawn, 25 Guile.

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Postby Zjaum » Fri Dec 13, 2019 9:00 am

T'kra looked on her comms. Keyu's hunch was right, and her own strategies had saved the day for them. This was precisely how she was able to win so many battles: survey the entire battlefield. Adapt as necessary. And, this time, in a more literal sense, profit. Still, she knew a peer who was much too cautious for her own good. She never got far. Even when she did have an army, Perhaps T'kra would apply that principle here. They were a block away, in a practically random location. This was a fine place to stop scheming. Besides, paranoid schemers were often the first to get caught. She had learned that the hard way many a time.

Still, they were in exactly the location she expected. She approached them and bowed to their head-height. She adjusted her translator on her torso and began to speak. "Tar' ira. Wyi-ai?" "This is eat. Coins?"

She had no idea what effect they had. Werai had sparingly little need for consumables, as their sustenance came from thermal energy. Sure, Keyu might have liked the feeling of drowning as she consumed the local pub selections, but T'kra and Roai stayed as far away from human food as possible. Besides, she'd heard the consumables did very strange things to consumers. Nothing too harmful, presumably. They were still alive to make another purchase, right?

Action: Make the exchange and leave for the Kayi.
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Postby The Empire of Tau » Fri Dec 13, 2019 10:57 am

Merchant Man, Sam
The Search


After the sale of those plasma cells, Sam now had to wait for his crew to search for the xenobiologist, Francisco. He was supposedly in a refugee camp, Alpha-435. Carnegie, the head technician, was given the task of leading the crew in search for Francisco. Out in the outfield, Alpha-435 was one of many other refugee camps on Ylem. Various forms and kinds of tents were propped up, plastic, leather, cloth, etc. The only real solid buildings were either planet-made-on or shipped in prefabs, normally for the local admin and medical buildings. The space available on these camps range from spacious to tightly-packed sardine cans. Carnegie had to deal with the latter. Carnegie had to move about in the crowd, slowed by the amount of traffic of people. Running or even going at a brisk pace was not allowed due to the risk of being bumped into people frequently. No-one knew where was Francisco, people in the camp don’t know either. Why would them? They have other stuff to do besides worry about about a xenobiologist. Maybe the local admin building knows. After-all, the pencil pushers of Alpha-435 should have, or Carnegie hopes that is, registered all the people in some kind of local database.

Carnegie sent the whole crew to search the camp to find Francisco while Carnegie himself went in search for Francisco at the local admin building. The building itself was a white square prefab, had two automatic sliding glass-doors. Not too hard to find, it was the only concrete building in the camp besides from the smaller medical structure. Inside, there was a crowd of people. Some were sitting on chairs or benches. Others wait in line. All the front desks were occupied and busy, Carnegie had to just wait in the shortest line that he could find. The crew, now headed by Mary (cybernetic arm garl), had no better luck. The crew had some leads, but all of them so far were false flags.

Sam was at Discovery, Alpha-435 was a fair-bit away from the capital. The fastest way to Alpha-435 was the Suvura 3300, but Sam did not want to upstart the ship. Besides, Sam had other stuff to do. The trader had to figure out what to ship back to Notics Port. There had to be something that the Port wants from this planet. Maybe farming? Ylem had the climate. There was no way that Ylem could have heavy-industrial machines to sell. A crop product was Sam’s best guess. He’ll find out soon enough. All he had to do was ask around and compare the margins here and there.

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Postby Elerian » Fri Dec 13, 2019 3:16 pm

Old Man, Rakodan


Truth be told, he didn’t really trust T’Kess. After everything he’d been through since the collapse of the Empire, and perhaps even before, it had seldom been in his best interest to trust anyone but himself. In his experience everyone had an ulterior motive, a hidden agenda that would only end in betrayal for him. Despite every fiber in his body screaming in protest, he’d decided to continue helping T’Kess and her team.

Once T’Kess had figured out the door to the Lab, he wasn’t far behind. He sensed that the other Scientists were just along for the ride, and it was only T’Kess that really believed in what they were doing. In the end though, it didn’t really matter to the Old Man. All that mattered was that the Eilearians weren’t about to jump him. As they entered the ancient lab, his hand remained close to his newly found pistol. He wasn’t sure whether or not it would actually work, but utilizing the Paracausal again was out of the question.

They carefully walked through the door to the dark room, he made sure to be quiet and careful. Making a lot of sound may very well mean for sentinels, but he couldn’t see anything but dusty tables and clutter in the dimly lit rooms. That was until he saw the vats.

“You poor fucks” he said quietly.

The room had a number of vats that contained some sort of four armed mutants. He could only guess at the purpose of the mutant creatures, but considering the amount of security they’d run into it must have been important. This all looked promising, but sent shivers down his spine. Unfortunately, the power to the Lab had probably been dead for centuries, if not millenia. His companions set about exploring the room to find a power source for the terminals, but found none.

Not seeing any other options, he produced the datapad and power cells he’d found and walked over to T’Kess.

“Perhaps these will help” he said grimly.

He wanted to get the hell away from this place.

Action: See if they can use the Datapad or any of the Power Cells that came with the Pistol with the Lab

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Postby The National Dominion of Hungary » Tue Dec 17, 2019 10:18 am

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Sakol Linyako

The Starbringer slipped free of her mooring clamps and drifted slowly from her berth aided by two automated tugs which later detached themselves after they were give the all-clear signal to be on their way from the station's traffic control. Sakol ordered all-ahead-full and the engine lit up with an intense blue exhaust blast as the Starbringer darted through the void, setting it's course toward their destination where an ancient builder cloud city awaited them, that and who knows what else? There was a slightly fearful atmosphere aboard the ship, hushed tones, visible tension. If there was something there that could make a Pythean expedition vanish without a trace, they would stand face-to-face with it soon. Of course, it could simply be some kind of anomaly or just sheer bad luck. They pythean ship could simply have faced a catastrophic system failure caused by a maintenance error, or just a more complex error to their comm-system. Yes, the Pytheans were among the most, if not arguably the most technologically advanced species in the galaxy but their equipment was not in any way failure-proof, nor were it's operators exempt from the sentient factor. Sakol spent the trip researching the records they had been provided on the Builder cloud city which once seemingly served to house the workers of several gas-mines, atmospherically suspended with mictharium manipulation fields beyond the understanding of modern science. Once used to extract hydrogen, helium and methane for the Builder empire. The Starbringer dropped out of warp at their destination, Sakol watched the sensors put together an image of the system he was in, a large red giant orbited by two gas giants. Both planets had impressive, beautiful ring-systems. Then they, got another reading, the Pythean ship. The sensors could not pick much up, only that if drifted near one of the planets, seemingly enveloped in a cloud of debris. They could see what had happened there, or go immediately toward the beckoning ruins of the cloud city.



Kyr Mirhorn Van

Kyr refocused from her painful memories on the present, on how to use their success and further build Clan Van into a strong and respected Clan among both her Dunkidor peers and others alike. After struggling for years on end, this might just have been the break that she needed and now their rise was finally at hand. After Zax returned from the clinic he was proudly showing off the scars left by the plasma burn and regaling the new recruits with inflated stories of their recent mission as the youths listened beaks ajar with amazement and wonder. The new recruits made themselves at home aboard the Battered Fly, which was all well and good as Kyr did not want them walking about on their own in case Zevo's men were hunting for them. If any got killed or even worse, captured, it would be a blow that she did not want to take. Not so soon after the clan had already lost one member whom they could not give an honorable burial. Indeed, she soon came to think that it would be best to leave Port Noctis for a while until the heat dies down and the Zorvishi pirates they had stolen from become preoccupied with more pressing matter than chasing after a bunch of Dunkidor mercs. She sent her ducks out in groups of three, no more than two groups at a time to look for work, checking with everyone from smugglers to traders to characters with various degrees of shadiness. Eventually one of her ducks lazily browsed the stations nets for work on his hand-terminal when a notice caught his eye, he soon brought it to Kyr's attention. The captain of a merchant vessel wanted a band of hired guns to track down a group of what seemed to be mostly Salunri thieves who cheated him out of some valuable cargo and had seemingly made their escape to the planet of Chasca, three gates away. The irate human trader was offering 800 credits for his cargo being returned, another 250 creds as an additional bonus if he gets the head of the thief leader on a plate.



T'kra Tyawerai

"Well shit, for a second I thought you were about to con us." One of the Fishers said as T'kra approached with her little cart. A tall, spindly Ulthar, arms covered in tattoos regarded her with his four eyes. T'kra could see the outline of a gun under his jacket, well and good that they had seemingly managed to avoid using any of those things today, T'kra´s little crew was in need of creds, not conflicts and shootouts that could very well leave one of them dead. At least now, as they were so poorly prepared for a fight. "Oh I have a lot of hungry customers we need to get to." The other Fisher said. "You wouldn't believe how loyal they are." The Ulthar snickered at his companions joke, before he took of his jacket, hanging it on T'kra´s cart and bent down, covering the product from view as he pulled a small knife out and stuck it in through the box and bag within, it came away with red dust. He promptly put the knife in his mouth and smiled. This was the good stuff apparently judging from his expression. The Fishers proceeded to pay 375 credits for the delivery, the agreed sum was 350, but it seemed the man they had sent to do the pickup had been feeling generous. The two gangsters took what was theirs and vanished into the dark alleyways that made up the maze of the district's streets, surrounded by low-rise apartment habblocks and lit by a ruddy light. As the three Werai women joined together and made their way back to their ship, spirits were high, they had managed to avoid danger and get paid, perhaps they were finally on their way to bigger and better things, admittedly with baby steps but still. Now they could look for new work and get their ship fixed up, get some more equipment or perhaps even head to the space of the great coreward powers.

Gain - 375 Credits.



Samuel Bridge Iron

Sam took the militia officers´deal, and soon 1150 credits made their way into his account. As his crew made ready to leave the following day, the militia came to pick up their goods before four of Sam's crewmen lift the large crate and load it on a truck bearing the marks of Ylem's Citizen Militia before it drove off into the city, presumably to pick up more supplies and equipment. As Samuel went back into the ship and sat down with his hand-terminal and holocomputer to check what the markets of Ylem offered and keep tabs on Carnegie's progress. It was slow work but for a trader, that is what made sure the ship was running and the galley was stocked with supplies. He checked through what was available focusing on agricultural produce and processed foodstuffs. Vegetables, grains, it could be acquired at a decent price even though it had gone up since the raid had destroyed many outlying farming communities and the rate of production had been knocked down, at least for the time being. Demand had also gone up with the arrival of so many refugees from across the cluster but Sam was able to find some good deals that could be interesting. Containers of vegetables could be purchased for 180 credits (20 Storage Units per Container), massed grain containers could be bought for 125 credits each (20 Storage Units per Container) and crates of processed, if basic ready-meals could be bought for 235 credits a crate (15 Storage Units per Crate). In the meantime, Carnegie who had been standing in line finally approached a visibly tired clerk at the service desk clad in the uniform of Ylem's civil service. After some searching through the registry, it took some convincing but Carnegie finally managed to get the clerk to divulge Mr Francisco Brudos´whereabouts, the man was being housed in a prefab bunkhouse at the far side of the camp near a small stream, he quickly called to the rest of the crew to meet up and wait for Sam's green light to go get their biologist.

Gain - 1150 credits.



Leon Tchaikovsky

In the dusty bowels of this ruined manor, Leon gazed at the strange creatures before offering his aid to T'Kess, putting an end to her swearing and making the Ellirean's face light up with a ray of hope. If the scientist got what she wanted, then he could finally get out of this abominable place. He stood next to the scientist as she was trying to get the datapad powered up after taking some time to directly wire it to the cell, it took several attempts and they needed to cannibalize some of their own cabling in order to get a stable connection but T'Kess and her assistant finally managed to get a charge to the pad and power it up. It flashed in red and it took a tense few seconds before the holographic projector stopped flickering. A strange jumble of symbols and glyphs appeared on the screen. It had to be a password of some sort but then, Leon remembered, the alien in his vision! The vision that led him here, he had seen combination of symbols on the back of his cloak. Some kind of sigil or insignia, he took the datapad and entered the combination. Lo and behold, the datapad flashed with an orange light and beeped. Soon thereafter, a rumble could be heard followed by a clacking sound as the lamps in the roof turned on to give a warm orange light, some of them didn't turn on, some turned off a second later. Similar for the datastations and computers, but three seemed to remain on. T'Kess whooped loudly, to the seeming embarrassment of her guard and assistant. "Thank you kindly human, for all your aid." She said with a seemingly genuine smile, undisturbed by the light cast upon the creatures in the tanks, as they stared at them through the murky liquid, their deformations much more visible. "You've done me a great service, me and the University of Nicayle both. We are here thanks to you, and thus I would like to ask if you wish to stay an help us, I will pay, of course. 1250 credits in a lump sum. If you wish to be on your way, I would still like to compensate you with 500 credits. And, in that case you wish to leave, may I buy this?" She said, pointing to the ancient datapad.

Skill-check: 84 - Large Success.



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Postby Zjaum » Tue Dec 17, 2019 4:22 pm

375. Plus the 150 from the bank, and the 195 from the satellite plates. Plus the twenty five. She couldn't handle four numbers at a time. Thankfully, she had a confidante. "Hey, Keyu, what's 375 and 150 and 195 and 25?"
"400 plus 350 minus 5, that's 745. My, almost enough to get a used ship."
Thankfully no one understood Werai in those parts. Otherwise, they'd be beset upon by all manner of greedy little people. "Thank you, Keyu. Always good for book smarts."
"I mean, that's not a difficult one. You stick the 375 and the 25 together, then you add and subtract 5 to help with the calculations, and-"
"My head hurts," stated Roai. "And my body hurts. My everywhere hurts."
Keyu sighed. "So apparently I'm stuck with two idiots. I'm grateful to be alive, I guess."
They entered their Pinnance. The door closed on them, and Keyu and Roai instantly dropped to the floor, rubbing up against the walls and floor just to try and relieve them of the immense pain and discomfort they felt from being out in the field for hours on end. Roai shrieked, to the point where T'kra could easily assume others could hear outside the Pinnance. "Please! Please! Turn up the heat!"
T'kra had her heated armor. She was quite comfortable, at least below the neck. She pitied them, but not to a point beyond a little teasing. She knew that Pinnances, their Pinnance in particular, took about a minute to register temperature change requests, and an additional minute for each following change. Probably some fault of the wiring. She set the temperature for the usual 350 degrees Kelvin and looked back at them. "That's funny. I could have sworn the left button was for bringing the temperature up. Oh well, we can tolerate 300 Kelvin, right guys?"
Roai let out a howl, while Keyu began banging on the door. "You incompetent fool! Let us out of here, before we all freeze to death!"
It was nowhere near freezing, but the Werai body would have been going into survival tactics right about this point. Keyu clearly couldn't think clearly. T'kra was amused. Her glowing body would have given away her mirth, but the two other Werai were too busy dying to notice. The heat turned back up. Keyu realized her gullibility and slumped back into her seat. Roai was merely grateful for the warmth, hugging the thermal port into the main room. T'kra made a quick laugh before returning to business. "All right. So. We have decided that we've had our fill of the Outer Planets, yes?"
"I'm not in the mood to discuss that right now. Just don't," stated Keyu bluntly.
"Well, you did agree to it."
"That was before you were joking about killing us!"
"Look at what we have. 745 credits. That's enough to make a name for ourselves in the Inner Rim."
"Look, how about this. I need a break from space temperatures. You need a little bit of soul searching. How about this. We don't go on any missions for now. Let's just roam around space... Outer Rim space... somewhere, like, for example... like Chasca. Noctis Station. That area. It's far enough away from police, and we'd fit right in."
"Do we have a bounty on our heads, though? I've heard that Noctis Station is a mercenary haven."
"No, I wouldn't suspect. We're not important or dangerous enough for that."
"Because of my practice of honor."
"Because of my quick thinking."
"Should we patch up our Pinnance?"
"...Nah. Wait until we really need it."
Roai outstreched her arms in celebration, accidentally banging against the hull of the ship. "I like going to new places! This should be fun!" She turned over the engine and began liftoff procedures and protocol.
The computer calculated a nice waypoint system. There should be many nice places on their way. The first stop was the Darchoga Nebula. It was a beautiful star system. Perhaps it would be even more beautiful up close. They might drop by a planet or two. Who knows? The universe was now theirs to peruse.

Action: DO NOT repair the Pinnance. Make a course for Darchoga Nebula. Sightsee and peruse around that system.
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Postby Ralnis » Tue Dec 17, 2019 8:30 pm

Kyr Mirhorn Van,
Onboard the Battered Fly


When the duck came to her with the job on her hand terminal, the chieftess was skeptical. Mostly because she didn't go out with the other groups and already she found a job with only a few lazy touches of a feather. The job itself seemed easy enough but that wasn't the point. The trader, this human, had already requested the head of the thief of a tentacle head on a world full of monogendered women who were outcasts. They would have to eradicate the entire band in order to take care of getting the thief's head and she doubt that people around here will give here any specific information on them without alerting Zavos to their next location.

It certainly had its risks and something that would rely on investigating on the planet surface below. The place was mostly a agro-world between a binary star, just the crops are drugs of the psychedelic variety. However there's also the moons that served as neutral places of negotiation between the local powers in the region. So between the planet and the moons there was a lot of ground to cover and a lot where the thieves can hide.

However time is on their side though as they just needed to bring down the thieves, deliver the head and cargo to the trader to get their pay. Once all the ducks were onboard the ship and their job told to them they became excited. Many of them were wanting to earn their own battlescars like Zax and tell their families of there own stories. Kyr chuckled at Zax when she heard about him inflating the tales of glory of their job to recuse the slaves from the Wicked Grin but she let it slide, mostly since they all will be having stories to tell after this.

When everyone was ready and at their stations the Fly got off their docking moors and set off through the gates to the planet Chasca.

Action: Pilot the ship to Chasca.

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Postby Aidannadia » Wed Dec 18, 2019 1:42 pm

Mei fiddled with the interface on her wrist implant; she had lost an arm in an accident at a young age, and for some reason the feeling function was bugging, so she needed to find a part for it later. Maybe it isn't so bad. The arm could be more useful this way. She turned a final time on the screw in her arm and got ready for the day, donning her captain's uniform; it was a long flowing dress with light hues of off-white and gold. The Reclaimers had spent a pretty penny having it sewn with the finest synthetics one could find, but it offered little protection in the way of blaster rifle ammo. Either way, it was her duty to don it and follow through with her charge.

Her Charge; one of discovery. She was an Inheritor, one which needed to study the legacy of Those That Came Before. As she walked out onto the deck of her ship, an Old Sloop with plenty of cargo space fittingly named The Reclaimant. It was a bit derivative, but then again it was the nature of her faith to derive from what came before.

"Fellows, we have information of an ancient temple in a cluster not far from here, but it will no doubt be filled with peril. Let us prepare for the day. I have some funds from the Highest One that will allow us to continue on this path. Let us thank Those That Came before for this bounty and we will head out at dawn."

Action 1:
    Buy:
    x4 Space Suits( - 100)
    x4 Personal Shields (-120)
    x2 Defenders (-30)
    x1 T25 DEP Combine (-20)
    x1 Senemarys C32 9 (-30)
Action 2: Travel to cluster and inspect the area.
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Postby The Empire of Tau » Sat Dec 21, 2019 12:00 pm

Merchant Man, Sam
Seedz


No lore post. The holidays are closing and I got stuff to do with the family. So, I'll just post my actions. Carnegie will go to Francisco and ask him about the seeds. Sam will go to find out what's the land value for Ylem, estate stuffs. Happy holidays.
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T'kra Tyawerai

As the ship slipped it's moorings and left Port Dusk, the three women were once more on their way, zipping past suns and worlds after powering up their FTL-drive. The system was out of the way and largely unvisited except for by the occasional watermerchant selling his life-giving goods to the small colony of Tarmassian pioneers present on Hovorkam. Alternatively there were some salvagers, prospectors and even the occasional pirates among the world's "frequent" visitors other than the occasional spacer stopping by for a quick look at the system's namesake, the Darchoga Nebula before moving on. After they finally arrived, they drifted in the system, looking to T'Kra for an instruction on where to go next, the Darchoga System had four planets, a large (barely) life-supporting moon, as the Werai looked out from their viewports they could see thousands of twinkling stars lightyears away and the think green and purple haze of the Darchoga that enveloped the system. First planet nearest to the sun was a small rock planet, the intense heat and radiation from it's parent star kept much of it's surface molten at all times, oceans of magma and a surface temperature of around 1900 degrees Celsius has kept everyone away as nothing as been found to justify the extreme financial expense that properly exploring such an extreme environment would amount to. Then there was Syba, a standard hydrogen-helium gas giant tinted blue by trace amounts of methane in it's composition. Orbiting Syba was Hovorkam, the planet's scorching, nearly moistureless desert moon. It does have some underground aquifers and it's orbit around the gas giant give rise to gravitational anomalies that cause plumes of sodium silicate to erupt from it's surface, depositing unusually pure silicon sand in their wake surface, an important material for manufacturing high-performance computer hardware. Settled by a small group of Tarmassian pioneers numbering no more than a thousand, most of the colony's incomes are derived from selling said silicone. Their fledgling colony along with what appear to be abandoned mining facilities, scattered outposts and camps left by other seeking the same wealth can be found here. After Syba there is Anajun, a typical ammonia-methane ice giant. Traces of chlorine in the atmosphere give it a distinct green tint. Penetrating scans made by the Tarmassian colonists on Hovorkam have revealed large numbers of hollow, unpowered objects circulating along the equatorial bands. While they are too deep to be reached for proper study, popular conjecture holds that they are "coffins" of an ancient race who laid their dead to rest in the gas giant. Last but not least, there is Korar. A small, lifeless rock blessed with significant deposits of thorium which is used in radiation shielding and the manufacture of spaceframe alloys. A few miners eke out an existence on the surface working in sealed suits as the planet has only a trace atmosphere.



Kyr Mirhorn Van

The trip was short and went off without a hitch. Arriving in orbit around Chasca it didn't take too long to be assigned to a docking berth in one of the major citys. Large desert bands extended around the planet's equator but in the north and south humid rainforests were the norm, it was there that most of the large cities could be found along the cost, with the inland territories home to countless smaller communities centered around farming, the food they grew mostly ended up on plates in Port Noctis, the great amounts of hallucinogenic plants they grew thanks to the climate ended up on Port Noctis as well, only not on it's plates but in it's drug labs where it awaited refinement into spazz, stardust and thrasher. As the Battered Fly sliced through the planet's atmosphere they flew at speed above the sea toward the sleek, elegant skyscrapers that rose up in the distance before them. Finally arriving at their destination, the Dunkidor set down on the designated platform. As they left their ship they found themselves in a city strangely similar to one that could be found on most of the even remotely well-established worlds of the Accordance thanks to a peace made possible by the good relations they local authorities had with the Outlaw Council and Renegade King back on nearby Port Noctis. Make no mistake, this was still the Outer Rim, go to the wrong place, piss of the wrong people, you got a target on your back. Smugglers often frequented the planet, fencing stolen goods and selling it on other worlds. On a planet of 150 million (not counting transients) finding a band of thieves would be like searching for a needle in a haystack. Kyr would have to gather information, perhaps contact an information broker, a private detective or maybe even the local law enforcement or she could even pose as a potential buyer, hoping the thieves would be interested in her offer.



Mei Nakama

Mei's flock went about their work diligently, doing God's work with a prayer on their lips and a spring in their step as they walked the hallways of their old sloop, the Reclaimant which proudly sported the symbol of their faith painted on it's side, proclaiming the truth of the Ones who Came Before. The faithful had payed a steep price to a greedy Gharryn explorer for the star-charts Mei was now following and she was glad to be rid of the self-important birdman. Looking out through the window of her captain's quarters she immersed herself in what documentation she had available on this holy place. It was sadly not much, it's function was unknown and they avians had barely touched it, apparently the heathens found stripping the dead from the planet's failed colony more important than paying the proper rites and conducting the Rituals of Awakening to be allowed entrance into this holy place. They were on their way to the planet Cavral, a largely arid desert world all too often wracked by deadly, radiation-contaminated storms. Some attempts have been made at settling, the last being last year by a group of hopeful Hemoh exiles hoping to prospect the local minerals before their colony was massacred in a pirate raid. There were six worlds in the system, but Mei payed little heed to reading of those, she had work to do. After a few days, they finally arrived in the system, letting their sensors sweep back and forth they detected an anomaly, seemingly a derelict ship, probably once belonging to the hopeful settlers and lost in the pirate raid. They could set course straight for Cavral and the ancient vault, or they could of course stop at the drifting wreck along the way, perhaps there was something worthwhile there.



Samuel Bridge Iron

Carnegie entered through the door after it opened with a hydraulic hiss, the overwhelming smell of the combined sweat of a dozen species hit his nostrils as he stepped inside followed by Mary and the rest of the crew. Bunk-beds were stacked along the walls, laundry was hanging on lines, suitcases and bags were stacked in piles. Dozens of people milled about, many were listless and bored, idling about, making small talk or playing games on their hand-terminals. Waiting for something, anything to happen. Others sat in their beds, silent, with vacant looks a testament to those they had left behind as they fled the pirate armada. Sam's crewmembers looked around until they finally found a lanky, dark-skinned human man with a frizzy mustache, face buried in his hand-terminal scrolling through something. "Are you Francisco Brudos?" He asked, taking the man's gaze from his hand-terminal. Carnegie then introduced himself and explained the situation, offering Francisco some work identifying the strange seeds they had found. It seemed to peek the man's interest and Brudos did indeed offer to try and identify the seeds, he wanted 100 credits up front, another 350 if he manages to finish his work successfully explaining that he is saving up to buy the services of a skilled information broker. Sam in the meantime, perhaps feeling a pang of inspiration he checks up on a completely different market. Property values hadn't declined as much as one could have expected after such a brutal raid as the flood of refugees had driven up the demand for land and housing. Still Samuel was able to get an inking of the costs, there was a homestead for sale in the Gerland Canyon for example, with a four-room house, garage and a few terraced fields on the surrounding hillsides. All for a cheap 6500 credits, normally it would have gone for 8000 but the homestead had been raided by the pirates during the attack and part of the house had been burned and required repairs.



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Postby Aidannadia » Sun Dec 22, 2019 1:09 pm

"Priestess Nakama, there seems to be a wreckage nearby the target zone. We could strip the carcass for parts; no doubt they will fetch a high price." An acolyte piped up, looking up from his datapad. It was true; the Reclaimers were among the top traders in black market tech in the quadrant, and whether the vessel be of pirate or colonist origin, the parts could be sold to further their exploits.

"Stay the course. We must follow through with our charge first, then we can lay waist to the wayward vessel." The acolyte nodded agreeably.

A strike team was formed, with Mei at the head. Each was equipped with spacesuits to survive in the harsh desert landscape, as well as carrying their personal shields and weapons; treasure hunting could be a treacherous profession, and this would not be the first expedition to encounter resistance along its journey. The strike team of 4 entered the ancient vault to learn of its secrets.

Action: Enter the vault. Examine the technology inside.
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Postby Ralnis » Sun Dec 22, 2019 2:00 pm

Kyr Mirhorn Van,
Chasca


The ship touched down and already the Ducks hated it. It was hot and dry, which was already in contrast to the humid ship of the Fly for the marsh atmosphere. Still, the city itself was beautiful, much more than any of the outer Dunkidor colonies from the Thule Clusters. However these were the beauty of the Accordance and not for the warrior race of the feathered people in their Eternal War. Kyr and the Clan went up to register the ship for the duration of their stay.

It had been years since she got off the station and already she couldn't enjoy the sights because of the job. Already 150 million people with very big costal cities and no number of transient aliens will make this a difficult investigation. Already she ruled out the local authorities because it was the Outer Rim, but she could perhaps leverage her people as a means of helping the law enforcement on the planet. However she was looking at the idea of going through information brokers or private eyes, each of those cost money that she technically has but would have to sell some of her gear.

The first thing that she thought to do was to try and investigate the local underworld and see what she and her crew could dig up. It was the best way to scout out and understand the scene. It was also good to see if she can dig a lead to the thieves more than any other way currently. It may go badly but it was their best shot.

Action:Investigate the local criminal underworld to see if Kyr can find a lead on these thieves.

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Postby The Empire of Tau » Sun Dec 22, 2019 3:14 pm

Merchant Man, Sam
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Pirates, no one likes them. Pirates are the enemy of humanity. No matter the place or time, nations of all forms are able to deal with them, however they see fit. There is no legal term or protection on pirates. Pirates are free-game. Yet, the pirates know this. Given the legal status of pirates, the scum have no legal bounds or responsibility to hold besides from the payment of crew. The space inhabited by middle-powers and superpowers (Ellirean Accordance, Pythean Star-Kingdom, Greater Kharrash Combine, etc.) are mainly safe. National patrol fleets and stations ensure that violations of admiralty-laws and space-blue-collar crime are kept to a minimal. Meanwhile in the Outer-Rim..That is a whole other story. The Outer-Rim, as of late, has been recently and still is terrorized by large bands of pirates. Jerry-rigged ships are no match for state-funded fleets, but there are no Outer-Rim states organized enough to prove a credible threat to pirates in the Outer-Rim. Void superiority are still are in the hands of pirates, unless someone or thing can properly rally and organize a fleet, command and staff structure to counter said threats. Planets like Ylem will be the victims of pirate raids until then.

Samuel has taken the interest of logistics. Documents on army and naval procurement of supply have taken up Sam’s free hours. In its most simplest form, logistics is the transportation of goods from one point to the other. Of course, things do get very complex fast in the real world. For now, Samuel just has one ship to deal with. So, no need to deal with the subject matter of vast-logistical networks yet. Samuel wants to get rid of the pirates on Ylem planetside. The best way that he can do this, is by supplying the various militia groups that dot the planet with vital war goods for cheap. Sam is not looking to make credit, but to help the planet of Ylem. First, he needs to know what to supply. Luckily, Sam is in the capital, Discovery. All he had to do was find a militiaman and ask him about his local commander. From there, Sam has to ask the local commande about his higher-ups, and the cycle continues until Sam finds a logistical officer of high power. Sam hopes to be hired.

Meawhile, Cargine has to pay off Brudos.

“It is a deal then.” Cargine lifts up the case and places it down on the table with a loud thump. Cargine pulls out a small metal chip from his belt. “The credits.” Brudos takes the credits and stuffs it into his pocket. “You have our contact info. Report to us, once you manage to figure out the seeds.” Brudos nods as Cargine stands up and leaves the bunkhouse with the crew.
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Postby Zjaum » Mon Dec 23, 2019 8:52 am

Keyu finished reading off the data entry for the system. All four planets, all the inhabitants, and most of the physical phenomena. "So, that's the general details. We'll be able to see the pretty lights from anywhere in the system; it just matters where we go."
So long as they could see the pretty lights, Roai was happy. For now, while she had no orders, she stared out into the void, her three eyes sparkling with light from the nebula. T'kra was impressed and satisfied, but she still had some relaxation to do yet. "I think we should go to the ice planet."
"Don't even joke about that, T'kra. I'm ruling out Korar, too."
"Okay, okay. Sheesh. Someone's still angry about being outside for a little while."
Keyu scratched her back. "You can be sure about that. You can't complain; you have a thermal suit."
"Would you like the thermal suit?"
"Not after you've been in it!"
"Fine. Let's go to Howorkar. That's our only option, unless bathing in lava under intense solar radiation is your way to relax."
"It'd be better than that ice giant. The data entry just says desert, though. There's no guarantee that it's going to be a warm desert. Honestly, it's probably not."
"Well, we can find out. I'm down for a little adventure. You said that they have some sort of eruptions? Geysers, or something?"
"It looks like it."
"All right. Roai, take us to Hovorkam. It should be too large for us to bump into colonists... Tarmassians, you say?... so we can practically have the whole place to ourselves. It should put less strain on the air conditioning unit, regardless."
Roai took the ship into orbit, flying upside down relative to gravity in a vain attempt to spot any settlements. T'kra scoured the surface for geysers. Keyu began daydreaming of warm sand. It would make for quite the vacation.

Action: Find a plume and land the Kayi within relatively close proximity.
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Postby The National Dominion of Hungary » Wed Dec 25, 2019 7:15 am

Mei Nakama

The sloop zipped in fast and low over the arid sand dunes and red, rocky hills and outcroppings. Near a small oasis they could see the ruins of the Hemoh colony, picked over by scavengers many times but there was likely still something of use there if one looked hard enough. They zipped past the ruins too however, focused on their goal. On an island in the middle of a small lake rose a vast rectangular pillar, silvery gray and shot through with geometric patterns it rose toward the blue sky above. Despite the Builders having vanished two billion years ago, the metal alloy that had been used to raise the structure had barely been dented by the elements, they weren't called the Builders without good reason after all. The sloop slowed and touched down on the island, kicking up a furious cloud of dust and sand while Mei and three of her faithful acolytes donned their space-suits and geared up for the task at hand. One can't be too careful, not when venturing into these ruins, structural instability, the release of strange gasses, ancient combat drones and battle droids, all were potential dangers as the Reclaimers knew very well, lessons hard learned by the faithful, many of whom had been lost in the antediluvian ruins of the Ones who Came Before across years and decades. As they approached, the heavy metal doors, Mei keyed in the DPU in her implant to communicate with the ancient technology. It took a while, the proper rites and prayers had to be said for the ancient machine spirits to allow them entry, but after a while, the heavy doors slid open. They found themselves in a short dark hallway, green lights shimmered in the dark metal walls as their steps echoed through the dark. Who knows when someone last walked these halls? They arrived in a hexagonal chamber where a large flat elevator took up most of the floor. Mei had heard of these, they were usual in builder facilities and after about an hour, they managed to power it up and descend into the darkness. The dark metal hallway they found themselves in split into two paths, they could split up and cover more ground. But if there were some hazards down here... well, in that case it might be best to stick together.



Kyr Mirhorn Van

It certainly helped the human trader had given his temporary Dunkidor employees all documents pertaining to the stolen goods. It was only a few relatively small crates of good that had been lost, but it wasn't just any goods. The crates contained items found in an old Ranghorn base in the Outer Rim. The Ranghorn were a curious and violent species from somewhere in Galactic Darkspace without any kind of regular contact with the wider known galactic community. Those who do enter the systems of the known galaxy do so in the farthest clusters of the Outer Rim, nearest major location being Port Dusk. Mostly those Ranghorn who come seem to be pirates, they ask no questions and always shoot first. Only once every few decades a Ranghorn ship comes in peace, docking at Port Dusk. These Ranghorn are most well-known for their odd trade requests for which they offer various pieces of their equipment or cultural artifacts and their requests usually involve the trade of living beings in odd numbers and varieties, such as two dozen left-handed humans, sixteen sets of emyaar twins, a dunkidor born of parents from feuding clans et cetera. No one knows what happens to the individuals concerned after the exchange is completed and the Ranghorn vanish back into the unexplored reaches of the galaxy. Even places like the gleaming cities of Chasca had their dark, seedy underworld, don't let that air of the Accordance fool you here. You're still in the Rim. Kyr and her ducks spent some of their time online with their hand-terminal, accessing the dark corners of the local nets. Fences, smugglers, illegal auctions of stolen goods. Then came the legwork, Kyr had her ducks canvass the cantinas known to be the places where smugglers congregated. They dressed in their finest and posed as representatives of a wealthy Dunkidor clan chief in the Thule Cluster with a passion for alien artifacts. Luck and Gods were on their side it seemed, those smugglers ate it all up, hook, line and sinker, the whole story. Two of her ducks returned to the Battered Fly with information after spending an evening with a few Farrasqui smugglers who offered their services to deliver the goods, they gave Kyr a contact number, apparently this person knew all about the trade in Ranghorn artifacts on Chasca...

Skill-check: 90 - Great Success!



Samuel Bridge Iron

It took a while, a military command structure goes on for a bit, even when it's just an Outer Rim militia, the farther up he wanted to go the longer he had to wait before he was admitted into the presence of the person in question. Not that they weren't interested, not at all. Even a small freighter was a boon for a ravaged Outer Rim colony struggling to rebuild itself. It took days for the information to travel, the wheels of bureaucratic hierarchy rarely been known for their speed in sentient history. Finally Samuel was invited to a meeting with the logistical operations commander of the Militia, and it would seem that there would be some people from the civil administration there, if Sam played his cards right he might just have steady work for the foreseeable future. In the afternoon, a black aircar with tinted windows touched down at the spacedock and two militia soldiers asked Sam to come with them. They flew over the streets of Discovery, above it's buildings whose walls were riddled with the marks of gunfire, above piles of rubble which had been cleared from the streets to ease passage. After a quick flight above the small city they arrived at a mostly restored building surrounded by a messy garden no doubt once serene, but now untended, trash piled in the empty fountains. As Sam entered he could see people in the uniforms of Ylem's civil services and the planetary militia hurrying to and fro, datapads in held close and speaking in their hand-terminals. He was finally led into a conference room where the LogOps Commander and a state representative were waiting. After offering him some refreshments they explained that they were very pleased that someone had offered their services as a reliable transport service provider, Ylem had no merchant fleet nor would have in the foreseeable future, but they were willing to offer Samuel a transportation contract, where he would be payed various sums to pick up goods purchased by the Ylem planetary state and deliver them to their destination. The amount of money would very depending on the goods to be transported. They eagerly awaited Sam's response. In the meantime, Francisco Brudos looked at the strange seed after opening the case Carnegie had placed on the table. He would need to acquire some equipment to do the test in order ascertain exactly what this was, he thanked Carnegie for the credits and assured that he would be in touch with regular updates on his progress.

- 100 Credits, payed to Francisco Brudos.



T'kra Tyawerai

The Werai darted forward at speed across the hot dunes of Hovorkam, the sand sea stretched far, broken up only by the occasional ridge or mountain rising up in the distance. There was little around, their sensors picked up the faint signature of a distant camp near some strange basalt formations in the distance though it was probably abandoned, made by some independent miners scraping silicates up from the group after a plume eruption long ago. There was a chance to find some salvageable materials but T'kra had other things in mind, she hoped they would find a plume of silicates erupting somewhere in the dunes and so they kept on flying. They caught no sight of the local colonists, which wasn't hard to imagine as they were so few and rarely ventured too far from the main settlement. Tarmassians were hardy, they could survive in environments that could kill a member of most other sentient species in a few days but even they had to be careful here, getting lost in the dunes and succumbing to dehydration and the sun was a very real threat to anyone here. They later picked up the signature of another abandoned outpost but as of yet, there was no sign of any seismic activity. They could of course keep looking, or maybe wait for a day and search again tomorrow, or they could take chance and see of the old camps had anything of value to scavenge. The Werai were excited about going out into the heat, T'kra could see that spending some time here, hopefully in peace and quiet would improve the mood and morale of her two companions, and hers as well she thought to herself.

Search roll: 39 - Not the best of luck.



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Codziennie się rozwijaj i nie daj się ogłupić,
Atakowi propagandy stawiaj czoło dzielnie,
Nie daj sobą sterować i myśl samodzielnie.


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