((Edited the playerlist. Reposting it here.))
((Also, skipped Dwarmin for now. Kevak is still going through a pm side-conversation with out-of-system members of his species... so it isn't really fair to leave you guys waiting.))
Currently Active:-Toaster (Deuce Holag)
-HEN (WARDEN)
-Cheesecake (Ziggo the Great)
-SaberToothTiger (Hal Grizzly)
-Dwarmin (#9567/McMarlo the Crow) (Skipped)
-Kevak (Nerin and Valrak)
-Gamerlord (Nidoma)
Mission 1: Operation Gate CrashMission not startedCaught in Time Loop (characters posted but never entered the game):-Suppaidaman (Advaasye Duima)
-Nidilap (Ulysses)
-10ebbor10 (Agent F)
((Is this still in intermission? If so, can you just drop me in somewhere Divide? Also, maybe you should add 'INTERMISSION' or 'MISSION' to the title, so people can remember what's going on; just a thought.))
((Sure! I'll insert you into the game))
Roll 2
Intermission
Port Newton Bar, Northern Ridge, Askarian | 233d/3008AD
Port Newton Bar
Medium Chatter (+1 to deception, -1 to intellect)
I must indulge more into this phenomenon. And what is this bird he mentioned?
Follow the bartender's directions to the manager's office and ask him about the ice cubes.
Crawling through the strange, rippling double doors and into the set of offices, you notice a temperature drop. Locating the office of MNGR Abrams, you push one of your limbs against the electronic buzzer next to the door.
"Come in!"You twist the knob and move into the doorway.
"Nice pet you got there..." starts the manager. He stops at the end, expecting another person to walk through.
You ask him about the ice cubes.
"What's this? You got a question for me? Oh... my apologies.
The cubes are private business. Got 'em from a supplier on West Ridge. I wanted to know too, but he said nobody knows but the Picard himself. That's the manufacturer."Ziggo gave a start as the glass shattered on the table above him. He faceplate and cursed silently. Nonetheless, he quickly grabs the bag and gives a quick search for anything of value.
Steal!
[5+1/1] He stood up at the perfect time! You pull the bag on its side and start removing contents, discovering several sodacan-sized energy cells, a portable computer with a large foldable antenna, and a small rounded cylindrical object coated in aluminum foil, about a foot in length.
Deuce looked back at the attempted fight. Petering out already; bah.
"If one of you lovebirds really wants a fight, I'm always game!"
"Oh really? You didn't. On your knees then, dipshit."
Hal hesitates to respond. Bad move, it seems.
Hal: [2-1] vs (5) Something causes your legs to simply stop holding you up. You collapse to the floor, banging your head on a chair on the way down. Your atmo-suit starts nagging you about cranial lacerations or whatever. Feeling your scalp, there
is in fact a bit of blood. Nothing a stick of MediFreeze won't fix.
Deuce: For some reason, Hal falls to the ground. Probably not used to the gravity. Funny, though, the gravity on this place is almost like you're skipping on a sea of rainbows and clouds compared to the guildships.
Well, that's what you think until you lose control of your own legs. Unlike Hal, you grab the counter and pull yourself back onto a stool before you collapse.
'Orion' starts grinning, and giggling, saying nothing.
Named for the cold sensation it gives, MediFreeze is a first-aid product that takes the form of a turquoise gel inside small plastic tubes. Rubbing it on a wound generally stops bleeding and facilitates rapid healing, removing even most scars and burns within minutes.
((Is this still in intermission? If so, can you just drop me in somewhere Divide? Also, maybe you should add 'INTERMISSION' or 'MISSION' to the title, so people can remember what's going on; just a thought.))
A figure arrives late, swinging aside the doors from the main airlock. Still wearing her suit, Nidoma watches the room. Already two of the Guild's men are down while some creepy-looking kid is standing over them giggling profusely. Some short mouse-person wearing a Guild atmo-suit is currently rummaging around in the kid's bag, dropping small red bead which rolls down on the ground into the darkness underneath a bench.
Well, the first order of business, aside from not making a laughingstock of the company, is to locate Arial Wallace, whose ship the Guild Fleet just recovered from pirates. Arial was planetside during the brief orbital skirmish, but her crew was able to contact her and mention the Guild's involvement. The Guild sent you here to Port Newton specifically because this is where Arial's crew said she is.