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

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Thanks, Feyri." Jim moved slightly, lying on his back so one hand was behind his head and the other around Feyri's shoulders. It was nice, to simply be close to her and not have to care about the craziness on the Sword at the moment or deal with the stress of being on a mission. He didn't want to ruin the feeling by continuing down that path just yet, and instead turned his attention to the sky. "You told me about your family... It's only fair I tell you about mine. Even though we were all of the same stock and though and acted much alike, not all of us got along. Most of the third generation were all right... Nobody particularly liked Seven or Twenty Five, and One was sort of a self-important asshole, but it wasn't like the group fought with each other much outside of training."

He shifted slightly, getting more comfortable. "The two I always stuck with were Thirteen and Five, or rather, Farrah and Marko. It just so happened that during most of the team exercises we would be grouped together to complete objectives, and so we just gravitated toward each other in what downtime we had. Farrah was... really energetic. She probably trained just as much as Marko and myself put together, and she was the first one to come up with the idea of giving ourselves names rather than numbers. I named myself after the original, Jordan James Kelly. She named herself after a model in a magazine one of the scientists left lying around. Marko said he just liked the combination of syllables."

He smiled to himself. "Marko wasn't as brave as either of us. He liked to hide in the back when we were doing sim exercises and give us cover fire. You already know how I operate; I had one of the lower kill-to-death ratios among us because I preferred to flank and distract our opponents, engage them in melee, and usually ended up laid out for my troubles. And Farrah... she liked to charge in with a pistol in each hand. We... didn't always complete our objectives the fastest or in the best way, but I enjoyed working with them." Jim sighed. "...I don't really have that many memories to share, I guess. Mostly just combat simulations; take over the base, hold the base, escape to the chopper, survive as long as possible, escort the target to the destination, that sort of thing. Occasionally they'd let us read books or magazines, even watched a movie once or twice. Something to do during downtime when we needed to unwind and didn't feel like training..."

[Harry Baldman]

"People sure seem to have a high appreciation for good art here. And here I was thinking that today's criminals were worthless wastes of meat and skin just like myself. Oh well."
Ignore fancy modern art installation and proceed to the armory. Talk to the Armory Master.
"Greetings again, ma'am. I just drew this wonderful picture. Take a look!"
Show the Armory Master the painting.
"What do you think?"

[Tiruin]

Well, at least he didn't think that was awkward.
I think he knows.

"So they were either transported along with you or...deactivated, I'm guessing?"

Feyri couldn't hear her own heart anymore, only the quiet calm of their breathing as the stories were exchanged. Anxiety disappeared as soon as Jim put his hand on her shoulder, and she felt safer with him nearby.

"What happened when you knew you were going to be disabled when the new types came out? Did you get to meet them, and if so, how were they like?"

[Yoink]

Floki considered. "Guess I'll start with the shit no-one's gonna miss anyway," he muttered, pulling long pieces of metal out of the wreckage of the washing machine and examining them. "Reckon I'd rather not know what did this..."

>Salvage metal from the ex-washing machine, preferably in long thin pieces. If I can't get any decent 'pole'-like pieces, try to crumple/crush whatever I can get into a long thin shape, perhaps suitable for a handle or even just as a club on its own.

[piecewise]

Search the materials list for something like the construction foam that won't let the wire just slice through it under its own weight.

((I just had an interesting idea for another character if Simus dies. So far, everyone seems to have been playing characters that come from a normal, one-gee environment. Who's to say that someone from, say, a 1/5-gee planet where artificial gravity is uncommon gets recruited.))

1/5th to 1 would be very bad for you.

Also, those filaments aren't magnetic.

"People sure seem to have a high appreciation for good art here. And here I was thinking that today's criminals were worthless wastes of meat and skin just like myself. Oh well."
Ignore fancy modern art installation and proceed to the armory. Talk to the Armory Master.
"Greetings again, ma'am. I just drew this wonderful picture. Take a look!"
Show the Armory Master the painting.
"What do you think?"

The armory master stares at your painting for a long hard moment and then nods curtly.
"You may not want to show that around." She says, staring directly at you.

Floki considered. "Guess I'll start with the shit no-one's gonna miss anyway," he muttered, pulling long pieces of metal out of the wreckage of the washing machine and examining them. "Reckon I'd rather not know what did this..."

>Salvage metal from the ex-washing machine, preferably in long thin pieces. If I can't get any decent 'pole'-like pieces, try to crumple/crush whatever I can get into a long thin shape, perhaps suitable for a handle or even just as a club on its own.

You don't think you can make anything useful out of just this stuff, but maybe with some tools, a hammer or something.

Faith took a moment to regain her balance, then resumed.

"Uh, either I suppose. Is there that much of a dropout rate? Just because it's difficult or because they're not interested in learning all of it or what?"

Take quick break, then punch bag more. Continue asking Steve.

>Mostly they die.

Milno stared silently at the AM for a while. At least that confirmed there were missions when shit just decided to happen.
"How did you choose which weapons to specialize on?"

Ask.

...He started to wonder if he was dragging the conversation on and forgetting what was important: being practical and asking only the necessary. Although the idea of necessary in itself was vague enough, and information from someone who had survived twenty-seven missions unscathed was probably valuable.

"Amps are multipurpose and flexible, plus I'm good with them, if thats what you mean."

Look around. Scout for the foes who stand against the United Realm of Sharvah'Kahn.

There doesn't seem to be anything around in this barren wasteland except your noble steed, May. 

Examine rifles. Price check on X10 scope and X20 scope.

The differences between a normal rifle and the extra focusing chamber ones or just what they all look like? x10 scope is 2 token, the other is 3.

Both. Also what EM frequency does the laser use, UV? What is the (beam diameter increase:distance) ratio for each diffusion setting?

The laser is basically just a metal box, a rectangle of dull metal with a rifle butt. It's UV yes and it's about 1 mm diameter on lowest setting and about 1 foot in diameter at 20 feet on highest.

"No, I did not know that."

Message to Doc:Hey. I need to talk to you about that space treatment. I'm outside the doors to the back. End message.

You send the message and a moment later a response comes in.

>Are you ready for it?

To Maurice: "Ten missions huh? Well, that sounds pretty easy. I'm Sambo by the way. Sambo Jin. I was a 'special negotiator' in the diplomatic corps on my homeworld. We were basically there in case of riots or alien invasion or anything like that. They gave me a megaphone and a tank. Never failed in a negotiation yet........ Well, one time my tank was busted and they just gave me the megaphone. That one kind of fucked up. Anyway, good to meet you."

Finish with witty and peaceful remark to assist in establishing friendships amongst any crew members present.

((don't worry. I won't be speech rolling all the time. I just thought Piecewise could use a laugh after not ripping my penis off on the first turn. Next turn: VR-time! Sciencey stuff))

[speech:2]
You drool on your shoes.

Examine the object closely, if I can't figure anything out, try and touch the spheres. If nothing happens, ask Steve about it.

You can't see anything on the statuette that would give you any clue about what it is or it's origin, so you reach out and touch one of the sphere that dot its surface like fish eggs in sapphire mud. As you touch it the sphere melts into the statue, vanishing beneath it's surface.

[Yoink]

With a sigh, Floki let his collection of scrap metal clank back to the floor. He needed tools. He didn't have any. He was just about to open the fridge to do a spot of comfort-eating when he stopped. 'Hang on,' he realised, 'I -am- surrounded by tools!' Sure, they were the metaphorical kind, but he figured they'd do.

>Borrow the forhead of some nearby, vacant-looking person and use it to hammer the metal into the aformentioned shape.

"Hey, help me out with this, wouldya? Yeah, just hold still a sec..."

[SeriousConcentrate]

"We were all sent here to the HMRC. But I don't know - I suspect they were, but I don't know - if they've already been sent out and killed before I was. That's probably the case. Steve's been bringing a lot of people out of stasis recently and I haven't seen any of them... there can't be so many in stasis aboard the Sword that he'd skip over all of them." He shifted slightly. He had never gone so long - voluntarily, that is - without his mask, but... he was still feeling pretty comfortable right now. He hadn't thought that was possible. Maybe it was because he had been forced to be without it for so long in the real world that it was getting easier for him to accept being barefaced.

"I didn't meet any of the fourth generation. They were kept separate from us. All we were told was that we'd just been made obsolete by some new technological advances, and that on the recommendation of one of the project leads we were to be sent to the HMRC rather than terminated. Like I said earlier, it was merely a minor bit of kindness... but I'm very grateful for it now."

[IronyOwl]

"Wait, you mean like they die on mission or the training kills them?" Faith asked incredulously.

Ask Steve.

[Prosperus]

Lukas stood up after his failed attempt to impress the armory master. "Aaw, fuck it. I'm going to kill virtual stuff." He wanders off to the Rec room.

Hook up to VR Machine. Load up a deer hunting game.

[PyroDesu]

That's why I included a ferromagnetic backplate the first time I tried with the wires.

((That fact would be a good reason why they would be sent to the HMRC. If they were a ship crewman, a technician in charge of a ship's artificial gravity generator, and someone close to a magistrate who didn't get the memo to get the minor bone implants they would need to continue living in a higher gee environment, or move to a section of the ship kept at a lower gee level, and the generator was turned to 1 gee...))

[TCM]

"Nooo...." May softly complains as Thomas leaves to scout out the enemy on arrival. As Thomas disappears, the Pegasus Calypso De XXX flies in through the window. May vaults up, "Calypso? You can't be here, my husband is just outside-" "Shh....me amore." He places a hoof on her lips. "He does not know, and he if he did, vould he care? He knows what you want anyvays....and you can't argue with me. Because I'm a horse." "Oh Calypso..."

Yee-haw cowgirl.

I'm too amused by this post to let Piecewise skip it.

[Grunhill]

Unfortunately, no, I haven't killed anybody yet.

[Harry Baldman]

"Why wouldn't I want to show it around? It's the best kind of art, I think, the kind that bends your mind when you look at it. If anyone needs their minds bent, it's definitely us. Ours are bent all the wrong ways, maybe this would straighten someone out. I'm thinking I should frame this thing and put it somewhere for all to see. It's definitely my best work."
Ask for the AM to elaborate. Get a frame that fits the painting physically and perhaps even thematically. Also, get something with which I could affix the painting to a wall in a somewhat permanent fashion (super-ultra-mega glue, perhaps, or some other means of attachment).

[virotox]

Test the diffusion settings of the rifles with extra FCs.
(I'm guessing by the need for more FCs the beam isn't perfectly parallel?"

"Why wouldn't I want to show it around? It's the best kind of art, I think, the kind that bends your mind when you look at it. If anyone needs their minds bent, it's definitely us. Ours are bent all the wrong ways, maybe this would straighten someone out. I'm thinking I should frame this thing and put it somewhere for all to see. It's definitely my best work."
Ask for the AM to elaborate. Get a frame that fits the painting physically and perhaps even thematically. Also, get something with which I could affix the painting to a wall in a somewhat permanent fashion (super-ultra-mega glue, perhaps?).

(This is just begging for your hand to get glued to your face.)

[Harry Baldman]

"Why wouldn't I want to show it around? It's the best kind of art, I think, the kind that bends your mind when you look at it. If anyone needs their minds bent, it's definitely us. Ours are bent all the wrong ways, maybe this would straighten someone out. I'm thinking I should frame this thing and put it somewhere for all to see. It's definitely my best work."
Ask for the AM to elaborate. Get a frame that fits the painting physically and perhaps even thematically. Also, get something with which I could affix the painting to a wall in a somewhat permanent fashion (super-ultra-mega glue, perhaps?).

(This is just begging for your hand to get glued to your face.)

((Oh, that's okay. I've got a Microwave Field Manipulator to fix that problem. Everything's going to be alright.))