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[mainiac]

' Where are you? Did you lose them?'

"No!  No!  They're right behind me!  I'm trying to get to customs."  The signal goes muffled as she turns to address the man in her town.  "Come on!"

[Vorthon]

((@dwarmin: I was going to say something about the time delay with communicating with somebody out near saturn, but seeing how quickly news spread about the warp-hubs, I'm going to let ftl communications slide. For now. I'll find a way to handwave it later.))

"You don't have to tell me twice!" shouts Nate, as he leaps over a small bench.

[Vorthon]

[BUMP] I hate doubleposting, but I'd hate even more if this thread went under.

[Digital Hellhound]

((IMO, this game suffers from lack of GM control. It's way too freeform, we don't know what to do.))

[Vorthon]

((IMO, this game suffers from lack of GM control. It's way too freeform, we don't know what to do.))

I suggest you get to the ship, personally. Not many people are willing to give ferals a lift.

[Dwarmin]

(( I wasnt sure if I should post more information on Nate than I already have or let the GM do it. I mean, I could make him ANYTHING. >_> ))

[Vorthon]

(( I wasnt sure if I should post more information on Nate than I already have or let the GM do it. I mean, I could make him ANYTHING. >_> ))

Just go with your gut. Does he seem like a trustworthy guy to you? I could pm you some more info on him if you really want it.

[Virex]

*Kavit bends over towards Naseer's combead*


Dani, meet us in the docking bay and try to keep our guest alive, OK?


to Naseer:
We'd better get going as soon as possible. I've got a feeling those ferrals, their blood be damned, have something to do with our missions. If we don't get our ship in shape right now we might be in for a surprise...

[Vorthon]

((Whoops got distracted again. My bad.))

As Danni and Nate make a break for the customs office, Nate pulls something out of a pocket. It is a small, metallic, spindle-shaped object.

"It's a ultrasonic sound grenade!" he shouts, as he taps one end of it and tosses it behind them, "I was saving it for an emergency!"

As it hits the ground, it starts making a faint beeping noise, and as the Ferals start to catch up, it goes off. The Ferals fall to their knees, clutching their ears and snarling in pain.

"Come on!" shouts Nate, as he continues to run towards the customs office, "That won't stall them for long!"

[Dwarmin]

I pulled up the hastily put together file on "Niles". Fake name. Real name...Miles. how original.

Seems Niles was part of some high stakes robbery of a goverment depot...killed a dozen guards, used some high end tech-industrial plasmavolt torches, type 88 sonic grenades, BBB-grade satchel charges, hakkbots, Tez-99 Autoguns...

They got "away", in that they stole whatever information they wanted, then were either found dead or quickly arrested. Those that were arrested never got the chance to talk, apparently.

Niles is the only one left...maybe our friend is holding onto information he should of shared with his employers?

((At that, he attempts to raise his friends his comm. He hears enough...panic and fear. He heads to the docking bay, as they planned...))

[Vorthon]

Niles?

[Dwarmin]

Seems I totally forgot all the names of my character or anyone elses. Yeah, that's a good headstone for this game.

Requiescat in pace

[Vorthon]

Wait, does 'Requiescat in pace' mean what I think it means?

[Dwarmin]

Yes. 

[Vorthon]

I'm probably going to run a less ambitious game. I'll have the signup topic up in a while.