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Voting closed: April 07, 2013, 10:34:35 am

[PyroDesu]

Yeah, unfortunate incident. Anyways, Lars, about what I said to you earlier... yeah, I wasn't thinking entirely straight, but you were kinda singing the praises of the AI that's essentially our warden while we're on a glorified death row. Anyways, I don't really mind, it was just getting on my already fairly frayed nerves a bit.

[Tiruin]

"On that note, is there any symbol for hope? Preferably one that generally describes honor and virtue?" Feyri said to Lars, before turning to Thomas. "Sigils of the Gods, Thomas! _{Could I have my Laser Rifle back now please?}"

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Ah. Hello, Lars," Jim said. "That's a generous offer, but I don't carry weaponry. Everything I need is up here," he said, symbolically tapping the side of his head. "What are these Gods you're speaking of?" He wasn't aware of any beyond the one people called on in old vampire movies.

[Spinal_Taper]

"On that note, is there any symbol for hope? Preferably one that generally describes honor and virtue?" Feyri said to Lars, before turning to Thomas. "Sigils of the Gods, Thomas! _{Could I have my Laser Rifle back now please?}"

Thomas looks at them for a short while more, his eyebrows furrowing in contemplation.
"Huh..."
He looks at Lars.
"Which gods are these of?"

[Caellath]

Milno grins and chuckles. "Religious lemmings now."

He drums his fingers on his gauss rifle and examines the G-Shell magazine he had stored away, leaving the rifle with the standard ammo once again. Those are probably way more realiable than believing in miracles and waiting for them to come to you.

[Toaster]

Glancing at his notes for the proper design of the sword, Lars jumps up.

"Ah!  How could I forget Algis of the Shielding Hands!  Allow me to do your sword, but I must get white!"

Lars inscribes Tiruin's blade with the sword of Vo-nos, then runs to the Armory Master for anything permanent that is white.  Returning with that, he inscribes a White Circle on the shield.

"May Vo-nos the Cutter guide the strikes of Sister Feyri.  O merciful Algis, may your hands cover her from the trials and tribulations of this coming trial!"

Lars checks his notes.  "Hope?  I.. do not know of one.  But if you get worms or parasites, then I have invocations of healing."

He turns to Simus with a smile.  "Do not trouble yourself over it.  The great Steve has guided me..." and here he begins speaking to all those asking-  "...to the divine and holy knowledge of the HMRC Pantheon, and I am able to spread its light and divine strength to us all."

"There are four Pantheons- the Major Pantheon, the Medic Pantheon, the Soldier's Pantheon, and the Engineer's Pantheon.  I must confess that I have not finished studying this divine work, and am only part way through the Soldier's Pantheon.  Perhaps, " and here he addresses Jim, " the gods of Luck, Skill, or Knowledge may be of guidance?"

[Parsely]

WHERE AM I?!

[kisame12794]

"Hrmm. Four isn't much of a swarm, but it'll have to do for now. So, pheromones. Do I have to buy a can of them, or are you gonna make me swallow another tissue ball?"

Ask.

((Hrmm. Going to need more corpses. Luckily there's no shortage of corpses-to-be.))

[Tiruin]

After thanking Lars profusely and waving hi to Thomas, Feyri turned towards Milno, smiling. "Hey Milno! I heard you did a wonderful job with that ammunition of yours in space. How did you get it?"

[Spinal_Taper]

"I'll need all the luck I can get, I guess."
Thomas holds out his rifle.
"Can you paint some on my gear as well?"

[PyroDesu]

Feyri, it's a design from the Armory Master, one of many.

Also, Milno, that odd-looking rifle you have... where did you get it?

[piecewise]

Milno grins and chuckles. "Religious lemmings now."

He drums his fingers on his gauss rifle and examines the G-Shell magazine he had stored away, leaving the rifle with the standard ammo once again. Those are probably way more realiable than believing in miracles and waiting for them to come to you.

The g-shell magazine looks like a normal gauss shell magazine, save for the "G" scratched into it.

Glancing at his notes for the proper design of the sword, Lars jumps up.

"Ah!  How could I forget Algis of the Shielding Hands!  Allow me to do your sword, but I must get white!"

Lars inscribes Tiruin's blade with the sword of Vo-nos, then runs to the Armory Master for anything permanent that is white.  Returning with that, he inscribes a White Circle on the shield.

"May Vo-nos the Cutter guide the strikes of Sister Feyri.  O merciful Algis, may your hands cover her from the trials and tribulations of this coming trial!"

Lars checks his notes.  "Hope?  I.. do not know of one.  But if you get worms or parasites, then I have invocations of healing."

He turns to Simus with a smile.  "Do not trouble yourself over it.  The great Steve has guided me..." and here he begins speaking to all those asking-  "...to the divine and holy knowledge of the HMRC Pantheon, and I am able to spread its light and divine strength to us all."

"There are four Pantheons- the Major Pantheon, the Medic Pantheon, the Soldier's Pantheon, and the Engineer's Pantheon.  I must confess that I have not finished studying this divine work, and am only part way through the Soldier's Pantheon.  Perhaps, " and here he addresses Jim, " the gods of Luck, Skill, or Knowledge may be of guidance?"

You draw the symbol on Feyri's sword and get a white permanent marker from the armory master to do the symbol of Algis on her shield.

WHERE AM I?!

You wake up in a bed in the infirmary, blinking and confused. You lift the covers and discover that the leg you lost has been replaced with a robotic one. Nothing else seems to be missing though. All and all, not a bad result.

"Hrmm. Four isn't much of a swarm, but it'll have to do for now. So, pheromones. Do I have to buy a can of them, or are you gonna make me swallow another tissue ball?"

Ask.

((Hrmm. Going to need more corpses. Luckily there's no shortage of corpses-to-be.))

"Up to you. I can make a hand held system to do it, but keep in mind that they'll need to be close to be controlled by it. Could opt for an electronic control system if you'd like though. Much longer range on that and no waiting for the chemicals to drift to them. Minor chances of interference but should be harmless. Fail safes. If no communication, go into hibernation."

[Spinal_Taper]

Go over all gear. Remember if anything useful is left on the ship, drop all things not weaponry or armor.

((I need a status on Thomas please.))

[Zako]

"And that's the thanks I get?! Huh, typical..."

Head to the briefing room. Be a little bit grumpy at being ripped off.

((I know I have enough to upgrade my dex, will and int to 5 each, so spread my points among that for me please. All skill points into aux, I need to get bonus' for my rockets.))

[Toaster]

Lars smiled.  "Certainly."  He began work on the rifle, drawing an arrow on the side with a circle, half white and half black, above it.

"O Ingram, may you guide this brother of faith's shots to his target, so that the will of the HMRC Pantheon be done!  Pathmas, may your favor be with us as we carry out this mission!"

Inscribe the gun with the arrow of Ingram and the circle of Pathmas above.