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by Illan » Wed Dec 31, 2014 6:40 pm
Prusslandia wrote:The Warrior easily followed the Outsider, singing a song of strength to the being. As the being fell, the Warrior scurried over. Lightly picking the Outsider up with his tendrils, he scurried home, letting out a note of distress to the Queen. As he reached the hive, the Queen directed him to the nursing chamber. There, the young Outsider would heal. And because of this healing, because of the touch of the Rachni, this Outsider would be one of the only to hear the Rachni truly speak. They would hear the Song of the Rachni.
by Sertia » Wed Dec 31, 2014 7:05 pm
Illan wrote:From: Val
To: Narya
I can't believe it. I haven't seen you in ages! I was so worried, I.....never mind that. I can tell you everything I want to later. There isn't enough to fit into a simple message. I'm still on the same ship.
And I can't believe you still remember our code, Narya.
Reply:From: Narya Vas Red Striker
To: Val
I'm glad to see you still remember me....Been so long I thought the Flotilla would have moved on without me. And that code is what kept me sane for the longest time. A reminder of home, and a reminder of who I was.
I'd love to catch up with you sometime, maybe meet up. However, I have a crew to run, as I no doubt know you've heard. It's not very illustrious, but it beats rotting on the flotilla. Anyways, I was hoping we could discuss a possible alliance between my Crew, the Crescent Claws, and the Quarian Flotilla and her people. Our kind's been stuck for to long in the void, and I think I have the best way to move along from this situation with my growing crew and my connections in the terminous.
So a quick reply would be nice, as well as a location we could meet up at some point when we both have time.
by Segmentia » Wed Dec 31, 2014 7:10 pm
by Prusslandia » Wed Dec 31, 2014 7:12 pm
Illan wrote:Prusslandia wrote:The Warrior easily followed the Outsider, singing a song of strength to the being. As the being fell, the Warrior scurried over. Lightly picking the Outsider up with his tendrils, he scurried home, letting out a note of distress to the Queen. As he reached the hive, the Queen directed him to the nursing chamber. There, the young Outsider would heal. And because of this healing, because of the touch of the Rachni, this Outsider would be one of the only to hear the Rachni truly speak. They would hear the Song of the Rachni.
It was a number of hours he spent unconscious, and as he began to be carried by the Rachni warrior to his unexpected safety, more of his dark blood seeped from the arm wound, which seemed to be a full fledged gash by now. Snow blew over him as he was carried away, chilling him to the bone. His temperature regulator had long since failed. It was only sheer hope that this odd creature carried him somewhere that would save him. If nothing was done; he would not live. Either from freezing, blood loss, or infection.
Cil awoke, slowly, a burning pain in his head seemingly. It was a cave, he was in a cave. But the ground beneath him felt....soft. Comforting. Warm. Not cold like the snowy wasteland he fell unconscious in.
Was he dead?
The chamber he resided in was empty, only him at the moment. He looked to his arm; the wound was perfectly mended, and no dry blood whatsoever was on his arm. The suit wasn't mended on his forearm.....but it looked like nothing had happened.
Keelah, where was he?
As he slowly began to sit up, the pain in his head slightly cleared. It was like.....voices. Humming at first. What....what was this? This.....voice. This song.
by Independent States of Tula » Wed Dec 31, 2014 7:18 pm
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by Dernland » Wed Dec 31, 2014 8:04 pm
by Independent States of Tula » Wed Dec 31, 2014 8:42 pm
by Illan » Wed Dec 31, 2014 9:02 pm
Prusslandia wrote:Illan wrote:
It was a number of hours he spent unconscious, and as he began to be carried by the Rachni warrior to his unexpected safety, more of his dark blood seeped from the arm wound, which seemed to be a full fledged gash by now. Snow blew over him as he was carried away, chilling him to the bone. His temperature regulator had long since failed. It was only sheer hope that this odd creature carried him somewhere that would save him. If nothing was done; he would not live. Either from freezing, blood loss, or infection.
Cil awoke, slowly, a burning pain in his head seemingly. It was a cave, he was in a cave. But the ground beneath him felt....soft. Comforting. Warm. Not cold like the snowy wasteland he fell unconscious in.
Was he dead?
The chamber he resided in was empty, only him at the moment. He looked to his arm; the wound was perfectly mended, and no dry blood whatsoever was on his arm. The suit wasn't mended on his forearm.....but it looked like nothing had happened.
Keelah, where was he?
As he slowly began to sit up, the pain in his head slightly cleared. It was like.....voices. Humming at first. What....what was this? This.....voice. This song.
Not more than a meter away, a nursemaid sung a soft song to a mewling larvae, slowly bringing the young one to sleep. As the child slept, the nursemaid turned to Cil. Moving towards the uplifted Quarian, the nursemaid deftly, and lightly, removed his mask. As the Quarian lay speechless, the nursemaid began to softly sing to him, only to be drowned out by a voice. A Quarian voice, smooth and seductive.
by The Orson Empire » Wed Dec 31, 2014 10:14 pm
Segmentia wrote:---Thessia---
Matriarch Nyxemi had been bouncing between reading a few novels she had been meaning to get around too. Hundreds of years of being an avid reader had seen her acquire an exceptional library, both in digital form and in physical form, which she preferred. She always seemed to like holding a book and manually turning the pages over the scrolling screen of an omni-terminal. In her mind it showed a higher dedication to literature, having to care for each of the books. At her age she had so many books she had a small staff of professional book handlers. How the Salarians Held the Line Against the Rachni, a rather in-depth study into just that subject. One had to be well versed in many subjects in her line of business, and it was a nice break from the lists and piles of human literature she had been reading. The recent inclusion of humanity to the galactic community had simply demanded a larger library. She was about halfway through the book, and learning valuable insight into what the Salarian's were capable of when they had to stand up and fight, when her console chimed. She frowned and closed the book, folding the bookmark in place. Her personal console was set to only inform her of important messages, which were sorted by a personal VI, so her VI had decided this message was important enough to disrupt her. She sat up and scooted her chair in, flicking open the message and reading it, having to re-read it again just to see if she wasn't imagining things.
A Batarian minister? The minister of economics at that? She squinted in suspicion for a moment. The message was rather forward and reviled quite a bit about the state of the Hegemony, though Citadel reports often noted that the Batarian state was near collapse. She leaned back in thought, meshing her fingers together before her face. On one hand the collapse of the Hegemony could further Council interests. On the other, it could spawn dozens of conflicts that could spread into Citadel space, or at the very least cause a massive increase in criminal activity which could have galactic reach. However, if she were to grant this loan to the Batarian's maybe, just maybe, she'd be able to secure her hooks into a seemingly sane member of the Hegemony leadership. This could prove to further her own goals, and provide a force that she may be able to order but would be totally untraceable back to her. And all for a rather low amount of credits. She smiled slightly as she made up her mind and dictated her response.Minister Gahr’Ahal Shek Batar, Heritas der Ahal,
To say I was surprised by this request would be quite the understatement, though the reasons for such have been known to me for some time. I applaud your success in keeping the Hegemony economy together even this long. Council reports suggested it wold have collapsed for the past decade. I have decided to accept your request and you will find the funds transferred within 48 hours. If you prove yourself a valuable investment you may see similar actions in the future. I look forward to hearing reports from you on the situation, as I never let an investments progress go unreported.
Matriarch Alenia Nyxemi, Asari Republics
---Illium---
Tela gave a slight glare at Salarian. She knew they could be energetic little things, but if he was going to be like this the entire time there would be some problems. But she doubted he would. He was a Spectre, just like her. Maybe some pre-mission excitement. The pair made their way to the last known location of Liara T'Soni and began their search. The trail wasn't exactly hot, but it wasn't cold either.
---Citadel---"The Turian's are simply trying to rebuild what we lost during the Battle of the Citadel," Sparatus replied. "The Primarch, however, wants to go above and beyond to uhhh...make sure a situation like that never happens again."
Tevos kept her face neutral but tilted her head to the side ever so slightly. "Do you mean to tell me the primarch intends to invade Geth space? And thus the Terminus systems? Without so much as consulting the Council?" She asked, her voice subtly growing in a slight sting of what seemed to be barley contained anger. "You do know this would be a major violation of Council law and trust, I hope?"
by Seno Zhou Varada » Thu Jan 01, 2015 8:59 am
by Illan » Thu Jan 01, 2015 10:02 am
Reply:From: Narya Vas Red Striker
To: Val
I'm glad to see you still remember me....Been so long I thought the Flotilla would have moved on without me. And that code is what kept me sane for the longest time. A reminder of home, and a reminder of who I was.
I'd love to catch up with you sometime, maybe meet up. However, I have a crew to run, as I no doubt know you've heard. It's not very illustrious, but it beats rotting on the flotilla. Anyways, I was hoping we could discuss a possible alliance between my Crew, the Crescent Claws, and the Quarian Flotilla and her people. Our kind's been stuck for to long in the void, and I think I have the best way to move along from this situation with my growing crew and my connections in the terminous.
So a quick reply would be nice, as well as a location we could meet up at some point when we both have time.
Re:From: Val
To: Narya
Even if the Flotilla moved on without you; forgot about you, I never did. And I don't intend on it.
As for this alliance.....you always were business, weren't you? And a bit fiery, but I didn't expect you to become a pirate leader when I first heard of it. I must admit, however, it sounds just like you. Your messages, the way you speak: It's just how I remember. I'm happy it really is you.
Yes, please, come to the Fleet. Alone, or with a small number of your crew. Not too many though, as, well. I'm an Admiral now, the people's right to safety and peace of mind always comes first, right?
Imagine I laughed after I said that.
Anyway, the Flotilla is in the Phoenix Massing right now, the Tassrah System. Come to the Venerim; you remember it, I hope? Gigantic dreadnought, armed to the teeth? I'm sure you do.
And.....I'm sorry, Narya.
-Val
by Prusslandia » Thu Jan 01, 2015 12:07 pm
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by Nuxipal » Thu Jan 01, 2015 1:52 pm
Seno Zhou Varada wrote:Nos Astra, Illium
After listening to Triarch Shiala and thinking for a few seconds Al responded with a slight french accent that came from his french ancestry from Earth "due to Chalkhos's hot climate we mostly sell various types of drugs that have had the dopamine copying or psychedelic inducing substances extracted from them and we modify them so their not as poisonous or not lethal. Of course we also have a few entertainment products that a few of companies on planet have produced for us and a few companies may brimg indentured servants here from time to time but usually drugs". Taking a breath after the long period of talking he did he grabbed one of the drinks and took a small sip of it to cool his throat a bit. He put the beverage back down and waited for the Asari's reply.
by Independent States of Tula » Thu Jan 01, 2015 2:12 pm
by Lunas Legion » Thu Jan 01, 2015 2:16 pm
To the leaders of the Blue Suns and Eclipse on Omega,
I come to you with an offer. This offer shall only be made once, and refusal will more than likely mean your deaths and those of your troops. I have recently decided that Omega needs a shakeup; unfortunately for you, that shakeup involves ejecting all of the major merc companies from Omega. However, I am willing to offer you and your forces a chance to surrender and work for me instead. Your pay will remain the same, and half of all money siezed from the Blood Pack will go to you.
I expect an answer in two days. Silence shall be taken as rejection.
Aria T'Loak, Ruler of Omega
by Seno Zhou Varada » Thu Jan 01, 2015 2:26 pm
Nuxipal wrote:Seno Zhou Varada wrote:Nos Astra, Illium
After listening to Triarch Shiala and thinking for a few seconds Al responded with a slight french accent that came from his french ancestry from Earth "due to Chalkhos's hot climate we mostly sell various types of drugs that have had the dopamine copying or psychedelic inducing substances extracted from them and we modify them so their not as poisonous or not lethal. Of course we also have a few entertainment products that a few of companies on planet have produced for us and a few companies may brimg indentured servants here from time to time but usually drugs". Taking a breath after the long period of talking he did he grabbed one of the drinks and took a small sip of it to cool his throat a bit. He put the beverage back down and waited for the Asari's reply.
"That will be suitable here. You will be able to make a great deal of credits here. I believe that we can aid you by allowing you to open a factory here on Illium as well to help produce enough of the drugs to turn a profit." The slides him a datapad with the terms and conditions. They were extensive, as with anything legal on Illium, but they effectively protected both parties. "The only major thing in there you need to know is that there is a minimum 12 month contract. Any breach of this contract will give the Trade Board or the Triarch the ability to take legal actions against your colony."
by Sertia » Thu Jan 01, 2015 4:37 pm
Illan wrote:Re:From: Val
To: Narya
Even if the Flotilla moved on without you; forgot about you, I never did. And I don't intend on it.
As for this alliance.....you always were business, weren't you? And a bit fiery, but I didn't expect you to become a pirate leader when I first heard of it. I must admit, however, it sounds just like you. Your messages, the way you speak: It's just how I remember. I'm happy it really is you.
Yes, please, come to the Fleet. Alone, or with a small number of your crew. Not too many though, as, well. I'm an Admiral now, the people's right to safety and peace of mind always comes first, right?
Imagine I laughed after I said that.
Anyway, the Flotilla is in the Phoenix Massing right now, the Tassrah System. Come to the Venerim; you remember it, I hope? Gigantic dreadnought, armed to the teeth? I'm sure you do.
And.....I'm sorry, Narya.
-Val
Re:From Narya
to Val
Thank you...It good to know someone keeps my memory going there. For all my bluster about wanting to help my people, I would never want to stay forgotten like Rannoch.
As for the meeting, that sounds alright. I'll likely arrive with one of my trusted Lieutenants, as He's gotta be reminded I'm captain and a quick road trip with me outta help with that.
And yeah, I remember the ship. I dream of getting my own dreadnaught some time in the future. Something to set me apart from the various pirate sin the terminous.
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