Dominique WakemanWhat the hell was that...? Dom thought. "All right, all right. Put me down, you win," she said. She wasn't looking forward to falling the ten or fifteen feet down to the ground. "Hey, uh... who are you, anyway?" she asked.
The wall of force abates suddenly, dropping you three feet before smashing you into another very solid psionic barrier. The process repeats several times, with each barrier alternating between extreme heat and cold. It isn't as good as being stuck underwater for bit, but after faceplanting the fourth barrier you feel noticeably more in pain and less drunk. When you make it to the floor you manage to neither groan nor stagger when getting up. Much. The woman is just looking at you again, but you break the staring much short with your question.
"Hey, uh... who are you, anyway?" The smaller woman doesn't immediately answer, holding out and just appraising you for almost a minute before answering.
"To you I am either Ma'am or Major Cain."---
Tarran Smith"Hey, Dom, I know you like getting your ass kicked and all, but we've got new team members that want to meet the rest of 'ya. That goes for you too, Trol, Taric."
Cockblock my Taric and Trol, prevent them from leaving.
After making it clear that your squad is to stay here and meet the new hires you go over to where Dom is discussing things with her opponent and tell her not to go anywhere. She gives you a look that could have driven nails through a wall.
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Trol Grane"Yo, if you can't make my knife more badass, can you make my Irin more badass?" Say hi to the new members, then spar.
You hand over your shotgun to Taric, you don't know what he's going to do with it but you hope he'll make it something awesome. After that the two of you just stand around for a while, waiting on whoever the new hires are. It looks like you're going to have at least a little time so you look for a sparring match again. [Luck 2] You can't find anyone willing. What the hell is wrong with these people today?
Irin Combat Shotgun 6/6 removed.
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Taric Sizier"Sure. I'll see what me and the guys can do." Say Hello to new members and Inquire Curious-about-porn-attacks intrest in such.
You agree to have a look at Trol's gun and then you stand around for a while, just thinking. [Int 2: You bet it would make a killer nose hair trimmer if you adjusted the bolt dispersion.]
Irin Combat Shotgun 6/6 added.
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Ellen Saun & Jamie TeagueSaun: [luck 4] She'll be in the Training hall next round.
Teague: [Luck 2] He won't be here for at least another round. (Reroll next round.)
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Grand-Arbiter Jordan Yule, on board Archangel class cruiser Michael.This wasn't a good conversation, the man who brought the information gave it in short, stuttering, and incomplete bursts. It would be faster to take it out directly, but that was generally bad for morale. The boy was young yet, perhaps he would be competent in time. For now the Grand-Arbiter had to content himself with making unnecessary questions at every pause, such as
"Define disrupted." The other man, very much the younger of the pair, blanched and flinched at the mere undercurrent of frustration in the Grand-Arbiters voice.
"The r-reports say that nothing is getting t-through, Grand-Arbiter." The idiotic and obvious reply sent a rather cold spike of anger through the Arbiter's head, honestly did the boy take him for an idiot?
"Thank you, I gathered as much myself. Now, allow me to explain something to you. When I ask you to define something I want you to tell me why it happened, when it happened, and above all how it happened." Why the Captain sent this idiot to deliver the message instead someone with an ounce of competence was an interesting question, one that would be discussed at length later.
The boy took an involuntary step back and began scrolling rapidly through the pad he was holding.
"They don't know w-why it happened, it was first recorded a w-week ago when the courier ship D-delion did not make the meeting point. At first the w-watchers thought it was some form of natural radiation flare from Eridani disrupting the s-scans but the star has since returned to normal levels and the Gate remains in-inoperable."
Perfect. He was cut of from the Technocracy by a malfunctioning piece of High-Technology, the captain was afraid to meet him in person, and the Messenger was both a moron and stuttered. This was going to be a long assignment.
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