by --argh let go of my throat » Tue May 28, 2013 4:28 am
by Excetem » Wed May 29, 2013 4:22 pm
by Mirrodinia » Wed May 29, 2013 9:31 pm
"Why would one want to not be weird? If you aren't weird then you are normal, and you know something about normal...it doesn't exist.
by Periodspace » Sat Jun 01, 2013 10:21 am
Mirrodinia wrote:Nell'dar Amine smiled as he witnessed his nephew Matoro successfully ignite his first lightsaber. Matoro had taken a bit longer than most Jedi to finally piece it together with the force, but just from looking at the hilt, Nell'dar could tell it was genuinely well-built. Matoro gazed with childlike wonder at the glowing blade of his craft. It shone a pale, icy blue, yet the beam was as radiant as an arc of lightning in a pitch black room. The handle was formed of a bright, chrome-like metal that appeared almost white in the sunlight, and it was built to be somewhat longer than an average hilt. It featured a smooth middle-section that curved inward slightly all around. The top of the hilt had a two tall blade emitter shrouds with a circular opening on either side where the met so that they had rounded off sides of the top and bottom. Five small silver domes accented by protruding black bases circled the magnetic stabilizing ring located just below the shrouds. About three centimeters down from the chrome stabilizing ring lay the gripped blade length adjuster/blade power adjuster, with a diagonally positioned switch juxtaposed to it to alternate between the functions of the aforementioned knob. The base gradually narrowed to a point like an icicle, with the belt ring arcing over the wide end of the cone just below the hand grip. The hand piece itself was covered in circular indentations as it narrowed and widened again, a single rounded, black ring at the center as added decoration and grip. If one looked closely enough, one would notice the letters I-C-E inscribed on the side of the pointed base. Nell'dar never took notice of the letters; Matoro didn't remember putting them there. Just as Nell'dar and Matoro began to exit the cavern where the mysterious crystals utilized in lightsabers grew, the ramp descended from their transport shuttle and General Veers raced out of the vessel.
"President Amine! There's someone on the holocommunicator who you're going to want to talk to!" Veers called with a sense of urgency. The pair of Jedi raced back to the transport to see who had nearly interrupted the building of Matoro's lightsaber.
"Hello," Nell'dar spoke into the holocommunicator, "This is President Nell'dar Amine of Mirrodinia. Who are you and what is your business?"
"President Amine," a modified voice responded, "I need to speak with you in private to reveal my identity." Nell'dar ordered his companions out of the ship while he spoke to this mysterious figure.
"Ok," he replied, "who are you and what do you want?"
An unmodified and disturbingly familiar voice responded, "Nell'dar, it's me. I need your help." The President stared at the now uncoded caller ID on the communicator screen with total disbelief as he returned, "--Argh? Is it really you?"
"Yes,"the caller answered, "and though I wish I had time to catch up and explain my disappearance, I haven't returned to the most warm of welcomes."
"What's the problem..." Nell'dar inquired. A few minutes later he hung up and dialed again.
"Operator," The President ordered, "get HACK CHICAGO on the line. We have much to discuss..."
OOC:
by Mirrodinia » Sat Jun 01, 2013 11:19 am
Periodspace wrote:Mirrodinia wrote:Nell'dar Amine smiled as he witnessed his nephew Matoro successfully ignite his first lightsaber. Matoro had taken a bit longer than most Jedi to finally piece it together with the force, but just from looking at the hilt, Nell'dar could tell it was genuinely well-built. Matoro gazed with childlike wonder at the glowing blade of his craft. It shone a pale, icy blue, yet the beam was as radiant as an arc of lightning in a pitch black room. The handle was formed of a bright, chrome-like metal that appeared almost white in the sunlight, and it was built to be somewhat longer than an average hilt. It featured a smooth middle-section that curved inward slightly all around. The top of the hilt had a two tall blade emitter shrouds with a circular opening on either side where the met so that they had rounded off sides of the top and bottom. Five small silver domes accented by protruding black bases circled the magnetic stabilizing ring located just below the shrouds. About three centimeters down from the chrome stabilizing ring lay the gripped blade length adjuster/blade power adjuster, with a diagonally positioned switch juxtaposed to it to alternate between the functions of the aforementioned knob. The base gradually narrowed to a point like an icicle, with the belt ring arcing over the wide end of the cone just below the hand grip. The hand piece itself was covered in circular indentations as it narrowed and widened again, a single rounded, black ring at the center as added decoration and grip. If one looked closely enough, one would notice the letters I-C-E inscribed on the side of the pointed base. Nell'dar never took notice of the letters; Matoro didn't remember putting them there. Just as Nell'dar and Matoro began to exit the cavern where the mysterious crystals utilized in lightsabers grew, the ramp descended from their transport shuttle and General Veers raced out of the vessel.
"President Amine! There's someone on the holocommunicator who you're going to want to talk to!" Veers called with a sense of urgency. The pair of Jedi raced back to the transport to see who had nearly interrupted the building of Matoro's lightsaber.
"Hello," Nell'dar spoke into the holocommunicator, "This is President Nell'dar Amine of Mirrodinia. Who are you and what is your business?"
"President Amine," a modified voice responded, "I need to speak with you in private to reveal my identity." Nell'dar ordered his companions out of the ship while he spoke to this mysterious figure.
"Ok," he replied, "who are you and what do you want?"
An unmodified and disturbingly familiar voice responded, "Nell'dar, it's me. I need your help." The President stared at the now uncoded caller ID on the communicator screen with total disbelief as he returned, "--Argh? Is it really you?"
"Yes,"the caller answered, "and though I wish I had time to catch up and explain my disappearance, I haven't returned to the most warm of welcomes."
"What's the problem..." Nell'dar inquired. A few minutes later he hung up and dialed again.
"Operator," The President ordered, "get HACK CHICAGO on the line. We have much to discuss..."
OOC:
Hack Chicago was sitting glumly at the dinner table when he received a phone call from Mirrodinia. "Sir," said Stan Levy, Hack Chicago's assistant, "you have a call-"
Before he could finish, Hack said simply "No. Please. Tell them I can't come to their damn ceremony."
"It's from Mirrodinia, sir."
"Oh," said Hack with indifference, "hand me the phone."
"As you wish." Stan handed Hack the phone.
"Hello," said Hack.
"Why would one want to not be weird? If you aren't weird then you are normal, and you know something about normal...it doesn't exist.
by Periodspace » Sat Jun 01, 2013 11:48 am
Mirrodinia wrote:Periodspace wrote:
Hack Chicago was sitting glumly at the dinner table when he received a phone call from Mirrodinia. "Sir," said Stan Levy, Hack Chicago's assistant, "you have a call-"
Before he could finish, Hack said simply "No. Please. Tell them I can't come to their damn ceremony."
"It's from Mirrodinia, sir."
"Oh," said Hack with indifference, "hand me the phone."
"As you wish." Stan handed Hack the phone.
"Hello," said Hack.
"Hack, we need to talk." Nell'dar began, "I know we all just finished getting through the last few wars, but there's still some unfinished buisiness in --argh let go of my throat. This may come as quite a shock to you, but --argh is still alive, and he's trying to take back the power in his country. Now before you argue that it wouldn't be moral to fight to restore the power of a harsh, potentially psychotic dictator in a war ravaged nation, let me remind you that the opposing power in the nation is The Black Queen, who indeed is psychotic and much more radical that even --Argh. --Argh has been a vital ally to the majority of our region for quite some time now, and I can only imagine what terrible things The Black Queen might attempt with a taste of warfare."
by The Seven Seas of Rhye » Sat Jun 01, 2013 9:52 pm
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by Periodspace » Tue Jun 04, 2013 11:23 am
by Mirrodinia » Thu Jun 20, 2013 5:19 am
"Why would one want to not be weird? If you aren't weird then you are normal, and you know something about normal...it doesn't exist.
by Mirrodinia » Fri Jun 21, 2013 9:31 am
"Why would one want to not be weird? If you aren't weird then you are normal, and you know something about normal...it doesn't exist.
by The Seven Seas of Rhye » Mon Sep 30, 2013 3:52 pm
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