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The Razorbacks; a piece of the galaxy filled with bok globules which was now controlled by the Hegemony. If there ever was a moment that Grove was a bit insecure about her mission, now was probably that time. However, the capsuleer pilot remained calm and allowed her instincts to govern all her actions. It was going to be a rough trip to Polis without ending up in the middle of a warzone; near impossible. Grove had that gut feeling that neither her or Marcus were going to make it out of this corner of space alive. She could come back from that death, but Marcus, it was not the same case for the Terran man. Needless to say, it took great concentration and meditation for Grove to not give in to the temptation of turning the Heimdall around and activating her slip stream drive back to Coalition space. There was something unsettling about being this close to the Hegemony.
Navigating through the minefield the Razorbacks were, Grove tossed a glance over to Marcus, the holomonitors projected in her vision turning completely opaque so that she could focus on the man. Is this really what he wanted, she wondered silently to herself. Why pick the most hostile environment instead of somewhere a it more peaceful. Why did he want to end his life in such violence? Why come here were the Hegemony was warring instead of Aschen. It made no sense, but it was what he wanted and Grove had agreed to take Marcus wherever he pleased.
And then a red and furiously blinking exclamation mark drew Grove's attention back to piloting the Heimdall. Something was out there but it was not a bok globule or a nebula.
" ... shit," Grove muttered beneath her breath while her eyes scanned quickly over several holoconsoles. "Please don't be what I think you are. That would be bad," Grove said while bringing up weapon menus and controls. Hellen began confirming all weapons and shields at optimal level and giving coordinates of the anomaly which sat in the middle of the their projected course.
Navigating through the minefield the Razorbacks were, Grove tossed a glance over to Marcus, the holomonitors projected in her vision turning completely opaque so that she could focus on the man. Is this really what he wanted, she wondered silently to herself. Why pick the most hostile environment instead of somewhere a it more peaceful. Why did he want to end his life in such violence? Why come here were the Hegemony was warring instead of Aschen. It made no sense, but it was what he wanted and Grove had agreed to take Marcus wherever he pleased.
And then a red and furiously blinking exclamation mark drew Grove's attention back to piloting the Heimdall. Something was out there but it was not a bok globule or a nebula.
" ... shit," Grove muttered beneath her breath while her eyes scanned quickly over several holoconsoles. "Please don't be what I think you are. That would be bad," Grove said while bringing up weapon menus and controls. Hellen began confirming all weapons and shields at optimal level and giving coordinates of the anomaly which sat in the middle of the their projected course.
OOC Notes
The region was, for the most part, secured now in the wake of the Aschen's pathetic attempt at interdiction, and such individuals as Commodore Birkhahn were free to go about what their hearts truly desired -- to wipe the Coalition, that conglomeration of mafias that had forced them from their home, from the face of the galaxy. A true shame though, that Elizabeth had to give her life for such, she was a most glorious woman. Gerhardt was sure that she would be honored for her sacrifice and devotion to the Emperor.
In the meantime the lean man rested his weight against the railing present on the bridge, looking with eager eyes to the strategic display of the Coalition's territory, the updated information wrested from their clutches in their recent expansions in the Razorbacks. Slowly, but surely, the blue borders of the map were forced back on themselves, replaced with a creeping golden moss, though the push in the Razorbacks with the third fleet was advancing faster than any other, straight for Beta Hydri. He wished he was with them, instead of the baby sitting fleet, the fourth. While they did hold the honor of crushing the Aschen attempt at countering their invasion, they were relegated, largely, to policing the occupied territory and raiding the fringe powers.
Why, he asked himself, wasn't he allowed to at least strike at the Eastern Republics?
His pining to wage war, however, was interrupted by an ensign, who seemed as eager to report that they had a contact as he was to hear it. Coalition contact. However, the situation and context in which it presented itself was incredibly unusual. Unlike his own Klinge, the vessel before him, from they'd observed, wasn't self sufficient, or capable of deploying a viable supporting force, and it was alone in the Razorbacks. To put it simply, something didn't add up.
In the meantime the lean man rested his weight against the railing present on the bridge, looking with eager eyes to the strategic display of the Coalition's territory, the updated information wrested from their clutches in their recent expansions in the Razorbacks. Slowly, but surely, the blue borders of the map were forced back on themselves, replaced with a creeping golden moss, though the push in the Razorbacks with the third fleet was advancing faster than any other, straight for Beta Hydri. He wished he was with them, instead of the baby sitting fleet, the fourth. While they did hold the honor of crushing the Aschen attempt at countering their invasion, they were relegated, largely, to policing the occupied territory and raiding the fringe powers.
Why, he asked himself, wasn't he allowed to at least strike at the Eastern Republics?
His pining to wage war, however, was interrupted by an ensign, who seemed as eager to report that they had a contact as he was to hear it. Coalition contact. However, the situation and context in which it presented itself was incredibly unusual. Unlike his own Klinge, the vessel before him, from they'd observed, wasn't self sufficient, or capable of deploying a viable supporting force, and it was alone in the Razorbacks. To put it simply, something didn't add up.
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Immediately the commodore ordered a scan to be made of the newcomer, and to both his and the rest of his officers’ curiosity, there were only two lifesigns on board. Given, the ship was rather small in comparison to the Reaper of Promises, but surely its compliment would entail more than two individuals. There certainly was something amiss here, and Birckhahn, eager to further prove his worth to his superiors, wanted to find out what was at the root of it.
His raiding group, recovered as much as it could be from the action at Parinag, was spread out by thousands of kilometers in this sector, forming a slowly moving net of sensor arrays to catch any attempt by a foreign power to infiltrate the center of the Razorbacks, the home of the wormhole to the Cluster. If there was anything they wanted no one to know about, it was that. However, for the immediate time being, the commodore, being the patient man he was, decided to watch, his titanic vessel silently drifting between boks as it held off at some distance. They would see what this vessel, which powered its martial systems, would do before they took any action.
For this reeked of a Coalition plot.
His raiding group, recovered as much as it could be from the action at Parinag, was spread out by thousands of kilometers in this sector, forming a slowly moving net of sensor arrays to catch any attempt by a foreign power to infiltrate the center of the Razorbacks, the home of the wormhole to the Cluster. If there was anything they wanted no one to know about, it was that. However, for the immediate time being, the commodore, being the patient man he was, decided to watch, his titanic vessel silently drifting between boks as it held off at some distance. They would see what this vessel, which powered its martial systems, would do before they took any action.
For this reeked of a Coalition plot.
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Grove clenched her jaw tight, the tension she felt all too apparent on the woman's face. She should have been smarter about coming here. Coming into this territory with a Coalition ship was foolish and idiotic beyond anything. The capsuleer should have intercepted a Belkan ship and highjacked it. The odds of obtaining a Belkan ship was astronomically impossible without major repercussions. There was no chance that a Belkan ship would have just landed in Grove's lap which would have secured an easier route through the Razorbacks and into Polis. It was dawning on Grove that this was a suicide mission for Marcus and herself. UCON was not going to be pleased. Not only had she destroyed one of the Aschen's largest star ships, Dawn Under Heaven, but she was now in Hegemony territory with a stolen Coalition ship. Dreams of returning back to her nation was looking thin; dreams of returning back from this death was even more slim.
It was futile but damn it if Grove wasn't going to go out with a bang if necessary.
"Switching to manual control. Deploying Convector II Heavy Combat Drones. Show your fat ass, ugly, I know you're out there. Come on, let's not dick around. Time to dance with each other," Grove said implying that something was very wrong. Even if the Heimdall was a Battlecruiser fit for heavy combat, it was not enough to take on the vessel which was lurking. There wasn't going to be combat with this thing, Grove was going to have to outmaneuver it.
It was futile but damn it if Grove wasn't going to go out with a bang if necessary.
"Switching to manual control. Deploying Convector II Heavy Combat Drones. Show your fat ass, ugly, I know you're out there. Come on, let's not dick around. Time to dance with each other," Grove said implying that something was very wrong. Even if the Heimdall was a Battlecruiser fit for heavy combat, it was not enough to take on the vessel which was lurking. There wasn't going to be combat with this thing, Grove was going to have to outmaneuver it.
Convector II Heavy Combat Drones, deployed, Captain
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"Alright children, time to go fishing. Let's get some diagnostics on this thing and see how many are out there," Grove said while pulling up a panel that showed the status of ten drones. And this is where the capacity for the capsuleer's talent was beginning to show, though it was still nothing more than the tip of the ice burg. Raising her right hand, fingers outspread, Grove silently commanded the drones to fan out in a wide arc, half surrounding the Heimdall and ever moving outward.
"Maintaining projected course, standby. Hellen, send a hello to our new friends," Grove said while her eyes dashed back and forth through numerous consoles. It was unbelievable how much the woman could track at one time, but then again, she was flying a Coalition battlecruiser without a single crew member and had been successful thus far.
"Increase propulsion rate, let's burn some fuel, shall we? No time to slow down, Marcus, you better sit tight. I think we're about to have a helluva ride," Grove said before removing her eyes from the consoles before her and looking to the man. "There's a ship out there and there's no way its friendly. I was hoping we wouldn't run into anything out here, but that was a fool's hope. But I promised you that I'd get you to Polis and that's what I am going to do". A moment of silence hung in the air before Grove turned back to her station.
"Maintaining projected course, standby. Hellen, send a hello to our new friends," Grove said while her eyes dashed back and forth through numerous consoles. It was unbelievable how much the woman could track at one time, but then again, she was flying a Coalition battlecruiser without a single crew member and had been successful thus far.
"Increase propulsion rate, let's burn some fuel, shall we? No time to slow down, Marcus, you better sit tight. I think we're about to have a helluva ride," Grove said before removing her eyes from the consoles before her and looking to the man. "There's a ship out there and there's no way its friendly. I was hoping we wouldn't run into anything out here, but that was a fool's hope. But I promised you that I'd get you to Polis and that's what I am going to do". A moment of silence hung in the air before Grove turned back to her station.
OOC Notes
Marcus, meanwhile, was certainly looking distressed. If there was anything he didn't want, it was for Grove, someone who largely shouldn't even be involved in his affairs, to die. Obeying her orders rather quickly, he looked to his seat, fixing the safety harness over his frame with little effort and in good time, his efforts likely sped on by the worry with which he was looking towards this whole scenario. He would’ve much rather preferred to die on his feet than in the belly of some tin can, no offense meant to Grove or her fine ship, but he didn’t want to die in space.
The thought, for some reason, horrified him. Ironic.
He, however, couldn’t do anything but watch as warnings and any number of displays beyond his comprehension were alight across the bridge, and still Grove tended to things with a calm nature. Amazing how she could do this, he knew he certainly couldn’t. Then again, he hadn’t lived for seventy years as a being capable of interfacing with any number of ships. Thus, he observed, silently wishing that there was something he could do to help avert her, or the ship’s, death.
The thought, for some reason, horrified him. Ironic.
He, however, couldn’t do anything but watch as warnings and any number of displays beyond his comprehension were alight across the bridge, and still Grove tended to things with a calm nature. Amazing how she could do this, he knew he certainly couldn’t. Then again, he hadn’t lived for seventy years as a being capable of interfacing with any number of ships. Thus, he observed, silently wishing that there was something he could do to help avert her, or the ship’s, death.
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Birkhahn, meanwhile, watched the situation with some curiosity. Already two of his Klammer class escorts had been informed of the situation and stood ready to jump to his assistance, though now they stood with their spinal batteries poised to drive into the foe should things prove to go wrong. The commodore, however, had plans of his own as the twenty-seven kilometer beast still lazed into the area, not taking any direct action against the hostile vessel as it entered into a hard burn. There was, as of yet, no reason, and the curiosity of the CO of the 32nd Raiding Group had been piqued. Why was there a Coalition vessel, by itself no less, with only two occupants in what was largely recognized as one of the most hostile sectors of the galaxy? There was more than met the eye here, and he didn’t intend to let things get out from under him.
The Reaper’s own spinal guns weren’t aimed at the Heimdall, though it brought its bow to face the vessel, the triangular behemoth slowly forming a clear line of sight with the battlecruiser, shifting its angle constantly with its thrusters as it drove its way forward. The commodore smiled, quite pleased that there was some entertainment now to an otherwise dreadfully boring post, moving from the display to the captain’s chair on the vessel, requisitioning it from that very individual, the high-backed chair giving the otherwise slender man quite the air of command and authority. Calmly he continued to command the direction of his forces from the holographic display on the arm of the seat, eventually ordering one of the Klammers to send three unarmed rounds from its spinal cannons into the rear of the vessel. No need to place any of the deadly payload on their munitions if they wished to discover this new contact’s nature.
The Reaper’s own spinal guns weren’t aimed at the Heimdall, though it brought its bow to face the vessel, the triangular behemoth slowly forming a clear line of sight with the battlecruiser, shifting its angle constantly with its thrusters as it drove its way forward. The commodore smiled, quite pleased that there was some entertainment now to an otherwise dreadfully boring post, moving from the display to the captain’s chair on the vessel, requisitioning it from that very individual, the high-backed chair giving the otherwise slender man quite the air of command and authority. Calmly he continued to command the direction of his forces from the holographic display on the arm of the seat, eventually ordering one of the Klammers to send three unarmed rounds from its spinal cannons into the rear of the vessel. No need to place any of the deadly payload on their munitions if they wished to discover this new contact’s nature.
OOC Notes
It was a delay of seconds after the order that the rounds were fired, streaking towards their target at speeds unimaginable to most, one of the light cruisers tossing forth munitions to disable the obviously hostile contact.
OOC Notes
As the munitions soared towards the Heimdall, two had been intercepted by the drones Grove had sent forth mere moments ago. Sacrificing a few drones in order to keep the Heimdall from being struck was an easy and quick decision. However, being fired upon had changed Grove's entire plan. The woman gritted her teeth together before the last round had impacted directly on the ship's hull. The sound of thunder rolled down the empty corridors of the Heimdall. Grove tossed a look to Marcus right before she pressed a button on the holographic control panel.
"Marcus, I need you to go to the hangar bay, get inside a drone, and stay there," she said with complete authority. There was no room for argument nor hesitation in executing her command. A path lit up along the floor to guide him there. "You have less than five minutes so I suggest you run like you've never run before in your life. Believe me, you don't want to see what's about to happen," the capsuleer said while not once meeting the Terran man's gaze. She didn't dare to do so. If he stayed on the bridge with Grove, Marcus was going to die before reaching his goal but if he left now, there was a chance for survival; a small one but it was better than the one he had where Marcus sat now.
Turning off an alarm, Grove spoke to Hellen,"Fire up the Meson Cannon! Increase propulsion rate by one-hundred percent!" The ship gave a great lurch as the engines exploded into full capacity, throwing every inch of power into pure speed. "Redirect all other weapons systems energy straight into the engines, Hellen. I need to have this baby move quickly!" In the back of her mind, Grove was desperately hoping that Marcus would make it in time for her to do what needed to be done. Flash backs from a previous life threatened to stop Grove, but those were thrown out of her thought process.
"Standby on Meson Cannon, hold," Grove replied, taking in a deep breath and holding it.
"Marcus, I need you to go to the hangar bay, get inside a drone, and stay there," she said with complete authority. There was no room for argument nor hesitation in executing her command. A path lit up along the floor to guide him there. "You have less than five minutes so I suggest you run like you've never run before in your life. Believe me, you don't want to see what's about to happen," the capsuleer said while not once meeting the Terran man's gaze. She didn't dare to do so. If he stayed on the bridge with Grove, Marcus was going to die before reaching his goal but if he left now, there was a chance for survival; a small one but it was better than the one he had where Marcus sat now.
Turning off an alarm, Grove spoke to Hellen,"Fire up the Meson Cannon! Increase propulsion rate by one-hundred percent!" The ship gave a great lurch as the engines exploded into full capacity, throwing every inch of power into pure speed. "Redirect all other weapons systems energy straight into the engines, Hellen. I need to have this baby move quickly!" In the back of her mind, Grove was desperately hoping that Marcus would make it in time for her to do what needed to be done. Flash backs from a previous life threatened to stop Grove, but those were thrown out of her thought process.
Meson Cannon ready to fire, Captain
"Standby on Meson Cannon, hold," Grove replied, taking in a deep breath and holding it.
OOC Notes
Quickly turning in her pilot's seat, Grove swiveled around to another console. She began reverting power from different emergency systems into another part of the ship. The Meson Cannon being flared up with just for show. The capsuleer never planned on firing the beast but she needed all eyes on that massive ship to be directed straight towards the Heimdall. The entire operation had now become a gamble and a high stakes one at that. But Grove had always been a lucky woman when piloting in hostile environments.
Grove was now nothing more than a kamikaze distraction. The thought of dying again and going through the Rebirth process wasn't a highly sought out one, but it was the only thing that even remotely guaranteed Marcus a sliver of success. There was only so much she could do, but surviving until he got to Polis was all on him the moment Grove was going to launch him in the one-man drone.
Grove was now nothing more than a kamikaze distraction. The thought of dying again and going through the Rebirth process wasn't a highly sought out one, but it was the only thing that even remotely guaranteed Marcus a sliver of success. There was only so much she could do, but surviving until he got to Polis was all on him the moment Grove was going to launch him in the one-man drone.
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Wide eyes greeted Grove's as she offered him the brief glance before imparting her orders. Finally, something to do other than sit about like an idiot. It wasn't but a matter of moments before the Terran was out of his seat and beating feet for the hangar, following the line before him as best his frantic mind could. The long corridors passed quickly under the trained man's sprint, though, to be fair, mentally they seemed to drag by.
He arrived after a deal of some panicked minutes, and with some confusion as to just which drone to climb into finally decided on one and entered, if not with some difficulty due to his frantic state. He really picture things going like this, really didn't, but then, he probably should've thought these things out a bit more sooner. The metallic beast he'd settled in to seemed largely dead to him, though he probably knew such wasn't the case. Grove had sounded like she had a plan, that was certain, though he didn't like to consider just what it entailed.
He arrived after a deal of some panicked minutes, and with some confusion as to just which drone to climb into finally decided on one and entered, if not with some difficulty due to his frantic state. He really picture things going like this, really didn't, but then, he probably should've thought these things out a bit more sooner. The metallic beast he'd settled in to seemed largely dead to him, though he probably knew such wasn't the case. Grove had sounded like she had a plan, that was certain, though he didn't like to consider just what it entailed.
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[color=black]Two of the rounds collided prematurely, likely a picket force of drones or a GARDIAN network of some kind. The commodore shifted in his seat at such, and though his smile had faded with the loss of two of the rounds it soon was revived with the sight of the third making contact. Hopefully they wouldn’t have to pour rounds into it, the spinal cannons of the three vessels present now poised to begin should the order come. The commodore, however, had no intention of doing so just yet. There was too much left afoot for it to be simply annihilated.
The activation of the meson cannon on board, though, made him consider it.
The captain of the vessel, one Erica Nichols, still sore from the loss of her seat, was more than eager to inform the commodore of the development, even if it was observable from his seat. With a sore glance from the tactical display in the center of the bridge, she informed him, giving the subject as little justice as possible. Gerhardt returned her expression, disliking more and more that he had been promoted to the office he held. Uppity captains were no welcome part of the transition.
However, to coordinate the efforts of multiple vessels in one encounter? Such power gave him some comfort. If anything he could just order her to stand down, nullify the problem with a quick trip to the brig. However, that wouldn’t be needed, as Erica, despite her belligerent nature, wasn’t one to disobey orders. “They’re charging another of their energy weapons, Kommodore.” The close and minimal cut of the navy uniforms were the only things that identified her as a woman, her figure revealing such, as her head was, like many in the military, shaved clean, the visor cap sitting atop her cranium contrasting heavily with the veritably bare skin. “Your orders?” The black clad commander had placed her hands behind her back, clasped as if in parade-rest, it was obvious that she cared little for him. Luckily, though the feeling was mutual, the two recogniz
The activation of the meson cannon on board, though, made him consider it.
The captain of the vessel, one Erica Nichols, still sore from the loss of her seat, was more than eager to inform the commodore of the development, even if it was observable from his seat. With a sore glance from the tactical display in the center of the bridge, she informed him, giving the subject as little justice as possible. Gerhardt returned her expression, disliking more and more that he had been promoted to the office he held. Uppity captains were no welcome part of the transition.
However, to coordinate the efforts of multiple vessels in one encounter? Such power gave him some comfort. If anything he could just order her to stand down, nullify the problem with a quick trip to the brig. However, that wouldn’t be needed, as Erica, despite her belligerent nature, wasn’t one to disobey orders. “They’re charging another of their energy weapons, Kommodore.” The close and minimal cut of the navy uniforms were the only things that identified her as a woman, her figure revealing such, as her head was, like many in the military, shaved clean, the visor cap sitting atop her cranium contrasting heavily with the veritably bare skin. “Your orders?” The black clad commander had placed her hands behind her back, clasped as if in parade-rest, it was obvious that she cared little for him. Luckily, though the feeling was mutual, the two recogniz
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recognized their common ground and goal,
“... continue vit ze bombardment. See if ve can kripple her.”
No more had the words been spoken than both of the Klammers opened fire now in full force, tossing forth the magnetically accelerated projectiles at rates which would put an Abakan to shame, several of them escaping the barrel in a second. Luckily, perhaps, for the Heimdall, that such a barrage lasted only for three, the number of projectiles released towards it numbering still less than half a hundred. Birckhahn had no intention of placing the Reaper in the path of danger, and he wouldn’t move in without knowing that things were pacified. After all, how would that look on him, as commodore?
“... continue vit ze bombardment. See if ve can kripple her.”
No more had the words been spoken than both of the Klammers opened fire now in full force, tossing forth the magnetically accelerated projectiles at rates which would put an Abakan to shame, several of them escaping the barrel in a second. Luckily, perhaps, for the Heimdall, that such a barrage lasted only for three, the number of projectiles released towards it numbering still less than half a hundred. Birckhahn had no intention of placing the Reaper in the path of danger, and he wouldn’t move in without knowing that things were pacified. After all, how would that look on him, as commodore?
OOC Notes
It was almost a shame that Marcus was no longer close enough to witness the full potential of what a capsuleer could really do; what limits their minds could reach. A Heimdall with a normal pilot—one who was not of capsuleer technology—would not have been able to do what Grove could. Their brains would not even have processed the thought fully before the barrage of Hegemony rounds had collided with the ship. It was unfortunate though that technology was going to mostly fail on her. While Grove could think faster than most humans, the machines she was controlling needed more time to react to the commands. What irony it was to create a genetically modified human that could pilot beyond what most ships could handle.
Grove knew this fact and she was hoping to use it to her advantage.
When the munitions had hit their target, the Heimdall remained unscathed due to her shields but merely for half of them. The others tore through the hull of the ship, bouncing off of corridors and room walls once inside. The sequence during the small time frame in which the rounds were fired, traveled, and made impact went as thus: Grove had sent auto-pilot coordinates to the drone which Marcus had activated upon entry, she had allowed the shields to fail so that the Heimdall would be hit, the attack from the Hegemony ship had made successful contact, the Meson Cannon was powered down, the engines were ordered an all-stop, and pieces of the now short lived battlecruiser floated away as nothing more than debris, then finally as the last piece, among the debris, every drone available on the ship was lauched from the Heimdall while everything was killed down to the last latrine light.
And then the ship fell quiet, gliding towards the Hegemony ship without a single peep to the Heimdall's engines or com activity. The entire console which Grove had been utilizing was offline and the bridge was nothing more than another empty room.
Grove knew this fact and she was hoping to use it to her advantage.
When the munitions had hit their target, the Heimdall remained unscathed due to her shields but merely for half of them. The others tore through the hull of the ship, bouncing off of corridors and room walls once inside. The sequence during the small time frame in which the rounds were fired, traveled, and made impact went as thus: Grove had sent auto-pilot coordinates to the drone which Marcus had activated upon entry, she had allowed the shields to fail so that the Heimdall would be hit, the attack from the Hegemony ship had made successful contact, the Meson Cannon was powered down, the engines were ordered an all-stop, and pieces of the now short lived battlecruiser floated away as nothing more than debris, then finally as the last piece, among the debris, every drone available on the ship was lauched from the Heimdall while everything was killed down to the last latrine light.
And then the ship fell quiet, gliding towards the Hegemony ship without a single peep to the Heimdall's engines or com activity. The entire console which Grove had been utilizing was offline and the bridge was nothing more than another empty room.
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Only the sounds of her dying ship reverberated through the room and her breathing. The capsuleer could only hope there was no suspicion brought forth by how easily the ship had gone down. Surely a battlecruiser of its calibre could withstand a little more than a single and minor attack from the other ship? Hopefully the Belkans on board were too busy gloating on how they took down a solitary and very foolish Coalition ship then to calculate what the situation truly was; a deceit.
Still hardlinked into the Heimdall, Grove waited patiently with sweat rolling down her temples. Now the only thing left to worry about was the timing of the mission's completion. Everything had to be perfect and precise or what Grove had planned was going to fall through her fingers like sand. She also hoped that Marcus was still alive and had not been caught by the barrage. He was a tin can floating freely in space among the other drones, who were just as quiet as the Heimdall. One simple command to any of them and Grove would have ruined the entire process. The last thing that she wanted was for them to get captured by the Hegemony, or worse, killed. It wasn't time for Marcus to die just yet. Grove had made a promise and she was bound by her own morals to keep that promise.
"Please don't do anything stupid Marcus. I know it looks bad, but I'm still here. I still have this all under control. Just give me a few more minutes. I'm not dead just yet," Grove thought to herself silently. One wrong touch of a panel and the Terran man would override what the capsuleer had programmed, or he would fire the engines on the drone and give away his location.
Still hardlinked into the Heimdall, Grove waited patiently with sweat rolling down her temples. Now the only thing left to worry about was the timing of the mission's completion. Everything had to be perfect and precise or what Grove had planned was going to fall through her fingers like sand. She also hoped that Marcus was still alive and had not been caught by the barrage. He was a tin can floating freely in space among the other drones, who were just as quiet as the Heimdall. One simple command to any of them and Grove would have ruined the entire process. The last thing that she wanted was for them to get captured by the Hegemony, or worse, killed. It wasn't time for Marcus to die just yet. Grove had made a promise and she was bound by her own morals to keep that promise.
"Please don't do anything stupid Marcus. I know it looks bad, but I'm still here. I still have this all under control. Just give me a few more minutes. I'm not dead just yet," Grove thought to herself silently. One wrong touch of a panel and the Terran man would override what the capsuleer had programmed, or he would fire the engines on the drone and give away his location.
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"Come on, I know you want to get up close and personal to this ship, baby. Come on board and I'll give you a nice surprise," she continued to think to herself, switching from Marcus to the Hegemony. That was the last piece of the puzzle. The gamble that Grove made was about to be won or fail terribly. She may have been one of the best pilots in the galaxy but that didn't mean each plan she laid out was successful. Grove could only wonder what this one was going to be classfied as when it was all over and done with.
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Odd was the word that Gerhardt would use to describe the scenario. No Coalition vessel, save for those upon which they held the advantage of surprise, had ever gone down so easily, and on this one they certainly lacked surprise. How it was that the Heimdall was defeated with so little effort escaped him, having read the debriefings and the reports from combat with the Coalition’s Navy. They, even if they were heathen bastards, were a staunch and valiant lot, defending their charge with a fury and venom that was rarely found elsewhere, and such was as it should be. They were, after all, their Scatterran cousins. But this? This was certainly not the kind of action that the precedent would suggest.
It begged investigation.
The commodore’s curiosity, however, was soon put into check by his subordinate, for as he made the suggestion that the Reaper be brought in closer for investigation, she made her stance on the matter quite clear, her vehement words ringing across the bridge in the silence that followed in their wake, “You will not endanger my vessel, Kommodore.” Captain Nichols, it seemed, had a better grasp on the situation at hand than he, unblinded by any desire to be of use, in any way possible, to the war effort. Five centuries of propaganda and warmongering came forth in her simple sentence, the concept of the Coalition as a cowardly and manipulative boogey-man having wormed its way into her mind, as it had many others. Birckhahn, though the words stung, soon acknowledged their validity as he pondered the situation further, the fingers of his right hand soon finding their way to his lip, upon which his index finger soon began to tap, the bristles of a stubble shaved only this morning responding to him. She was certainly right, to maneuver the Reaper closer would put them in quite some danger, and not only present the opportunity to rob the Emperor of a battleship, but also a commodore.
It begged investigation.
The commodore’s curiosity, however, was soon put into check by his subordinate, for as he made the suggestion that the Reaper be brought in closer for investigation, she made her stance on the matter quite clear, her vehement words ringing across the bridge in the silence that followed in their wake, “You will not endanger my vessel, Kommodore.” Captain Nichols, it seemed, had a better grasp on the situation at hand than he, unblinded by any desire to be of use, in any way possible, to the war effort. Five centuries of propaganda and warmongering came forth in her simple sentence, the concept of the Coalition as a cowardly and manipulative boogey-man having wormed its way into her mind, as it had many others. Birckhahn, though the words stung, soon acknowledged their validity as he pondered the situation further, the fingers of his right hand soon finding their way to his lip, upon which his index finger soon began to tap, the bristles of a stubble shaved only this morning responding to him. She was certainly right, to maneuver the Reaper closer would put them in quite some danger, and not only present the opportunity to rob the Emperor of a battleship, but also a commodore.
OOC Notes
And Emperor-forbid that he was lost!
“... ve vill send one of ze Klammerz.” Erica was eager to relate such an order, as she surely figured that her superior intended to approached the crippled beast with her Klinge. The thought! No. The Klammers would do quite nicely, and thus they did, the first of the pair arriving three hundred kilometers off of the Heimdall’s starboard bow, the Baleful Domination soon, after scanning the vessel again, began to deploy boarding parties. Twelve of the Baleful’s Grauhund dropships descended from her angular form, the small specks of light looking to be little more than stars falling from a mass of darkness in the void of space, silently speeding towards the now-derelict Heimdall. On board them were a deal of the Baleful’s marine contingent, the scans of the Heimdall showing such to be something the Coalition vessel lacked, eager to finally be of some use. Too many marines had died at Parinag with too little to show. No, this time they would prove their worth to their Liege-Lord.
Or so they thought.
Birckhahn, meanwhile, was quite content, after examining the situation as a whole twice more to confirm any plans he had in his mind, to lazily assign the other Klammer, the Spirit of Averik, to approach and, once the situation with the Heimdall was resolved, begin collecting the drones for examination. Who knows what advantages might lie in acquiring a wealth of examples of such things? More than enough room for experimentation with the devices, and plenty of chances for R&D to work their way into their digital minds.
“... ve vill send one of ze Klammerz.” Erica was eager to relate such an order, as she surely figured that her superior intended to approached the crippled beast with her Klinge. The thought! No. The Klammers would do quite nicely, and thus they did, the first of the pair arriving three hundred kilometers off of the Heimdall’s starboard bow, the Baleful Domination soon, after scanning the vessel again, began to deploy boarding parties. Twelve of the Baleful’s Grauhund dropships descended from her angular form, the small specks of light looking to be little more than stars falling from a mass of darkness in the void of space, silently speeding towards the now-derelict Heimdall. On board them were a deal of the Baleful’s marine contingent, the scans of the Heimdall showing such to be something the Coalition vessel lacked, eager to finally be of some use. Too many marines had died at Parinag with too little to show. No, this time they would prove their worth to their Liege-Lord.
Or so they thought.
Birckhahn, meanwhile, was quite content, after examining the situation as a whole twice more to confirm any plans he had in his mind, to lazily assign the other Klammer, the Spirit of Averik, to approach and, once the situation with the Heimdall was resolved, begin collecting the drones for examination. Who knows what advantages might lie in acquiring a wealth of examples of such things? More than enough room for experimentation with the devices, and plenty of chances for R&D to work their way into their digital minds.
OOC Notes
All the while Marcus was understandably nervous, strapped into a craft most foreign to him and stuck adrift in the black, or so it certainly seemed. For a man who had spent most, if not all, of his life on a single world, to be alone in a cramped craft such as this it damaged his morale quite significantly. In his fear and ignorance, however, he might’ve saved himself, as he feared to touch any of the instruments or panels present, knowing that, with his luck, if he hit anything it would be the ejection trigger. If there was a God out there, it certainly knew that Sheffield had a special fear of asphyxiation. The death he envisioned was quick and clean, not something slow or disturbing like this.
OOC Notes
Little did the Hegemony know that they were not going to get their hands on Coalition property. Oh no, as soon as the collection of the drones began—those that did not have Marcus occupying them—were to explode as soon as contact was made by any. For now, however, they were nothing but silent bombs awaiting their fate. Grove, meanwhile, remained sitting as still as possible in the Captain's chair breathing calmly, her eyes closed and resting. She had seen the Hegemony ships coming for the Heimdall. She knew they were going to come on board. It did not matter that it was a small contingent of troops or if it had been the commanding ship itself that pulled up beside Grove's craft, she was still going to take a handful of them out with her with a bang.
Her brown eyes opened languidly to view nothing but a dark room and the view of stars and ships before her. Grove, with precision, leaned forward in her seat, dragging the cords which connected her to the Heimdall, and stood with her back still to the portal into the bridge. They would be here soon. Raising her hands as if conducting an orchestra for the opening cresendo, the consoles began to flicker back to life one by one. Grove became bathed in iridescent light of the holographic screens and boards.
Outside the Heimdall, each drone that had been deployed became active. Their own consoles flickered back online and engines began to verve. Their weapons remained offline as that power was needed for a different directive. Just as Grove had done with the battlecruiser, all available energy was going to be forced into the drives so that maximum potential speed could be reached.
Her brown eyes opened languidly to view nothing but a dark room and the view of stars and ships before her. Grove, with precision, leaned forward in her seat, dragging the cords which connected her to the Heimdall, and stood with her back still to the portal into the bridge. They would be here soon. Raising her hands as if conducting an orchestra for the opening cresendo, the consoles began to flicker back to life one by one. Grove became bathed in iridescent light of the holographic screens and boards.
Outside the Heimdall, each drone that had been deployed became active. Their own consoles flickered back online and engines began to verve. Their weapons remained offline as that power was needed for a different directive. Just as Grove had done with the battlecruiser, all available energy was going to be forced into the drives so that maximum potential speed could be reached.
OOC Notes
Inside the bridge, Grove activation the intercom and spoke with a neutral voice," Come and get me if you can, you bastards. I'll even show you the way." Beneath the feet of the boarding marines, the red line which had guided Marcus so many times lit up, giving the soldiers a path to follow. Reaching behind herself, the capsuleer began to disengage her links one by one until all but her core line remained: the largest which resided in the nape of her neck.
Now with nothing more to do than to wait, Grove turned slowly towards the portal and rose her hands up above her head in a submission gesture of surrender. A smirk played on the edges of her lips.
Time for some fireworks
Now with nothing more to do than to wait, Grove turned slowly towards the portal and rose her hands up above her head in a submission gesture of surrender. A smirk played on the edges of her lips.
Time for some fireworks
OOC Notes
The Spirit had deployed her Valkyrie squadrons to begin with the collection of the drones, which, unbeknownst to them, were a deadly package waiting to be unwrapped. The two squadrons of fighters, their multirole forms bearing forward-swept wings even in the vacuum of space, set about their task as they were ordered, one of the groups beginning to circle the situation at large whilst the other began on the approach to the drones. The graceful craft drifted among the seemingly dead contacts, though the peace of the scene was disturbed as one, the pilot of which proving a deal more skilled and deft than his comrades, of their number made contact with the craft, and upon a magnetic seal was soon destroyed in an ensuing detonation. The chaos that resulted from such an act was exemplified largely in that squadron’s initial order following such, “Scatter!”
The grey craft did just that, pulling away from the trap that awaited them, though some had already managed too close, and on passing contact with the hostiles were lost themselves. Frantic were they to withdraw, and already they cried to their mother, the Spirit, warning her of the threat that lay before them. A few moments of silence passed as the Imperial strike craft withdrew, the Spirit’s five kilometer length remaining unmoving as its black form awaited orders from its master. The lapse in action lasted not but a moment however, as soon several flashed of green light erupted from her body, several of her GARDIAN phalanx batteries striking out at the remaining contacts, the energy weapons wiping them from the face of existence without discrimination, save for one.
There was an anomaly, it seemed, among their number. Whereas the others were keen to remain unmoving, this one flew, albeit badly, about, the initial burst of its thrusters propelling it quite far from the others with its momentum.
The grey craft did just that, pulling away from the trap that awaited them, though some had already managed too close, and on passing contact with the hostiles were lost themselves. Frantic were they to withdraw, and already they cried to their mother, the Spirit, warning her of the threat that lay before them. A few moments of silence passed as the Imperial strike craft withdrew, the Spirit’s five kilometer length remaining unmoving as its black form awaited orders from its master. The lapse in action lasted not but a moment however, as soon several flashed of green light erupted from her body, several of her GARDIAN phalanx batteries striking out at the remaining contacts, the energy weapons wiping them from the face of existence without discrimination, save for one.
There was an anomaly, it seemed, among their number. Whereas the others were keen to remain unmoving, this one flew, albeit badly, about, the initial burst of its thrusters propelling it quite far from the others with its momentum.
OOC Notes
Inside, of course, was Marcus, the Terran much more keen on acting than lying about for something to happen. This, of course, wasn’t what he planned on, but generally when one could see what he did, and the subsequent roll of his vessel, displayed by the moving stars, from the displacement caused by the explosion spurning him into action. With a confident air he struck out at the controls before him, though that likely did him little good as he soon felt the craft lurch and he pressed back for a moment. Little did he know that such a thing brought him out of harm’s way, or put him into much greater danger, it all depends entirely on one’s point of view.
All the time after his daring initiative he found himself trying to right whatever it was he did wrong, and probably made it seem like the AI managing the craft was rather crippled.
All the time after his daring initiative he found himself trying to right whatever it was he did wrong, and probably made it seem like the AI managing the craft was rather crippled.
OOC Notes
The fighters were informed of the anomaly, and the already wounded squadron, eager to avenge their comrades, turned about on itself, adopting a heading which allowed them to intercept the rogue drone. With a whir made silent by the vacuum of space, their mass drivers spun up, ready should it prove that this contact be hostile, and the lead craft of the formation attained a solid lock on the vessel with his torpedoes’ guidance as he ordered one of the outriggers to secure it.
It was worth the chance of losing a man if the possibility of recovering it remained.
OOC Notes
The Grauhunds, meanwhile, ran across the Heimdall’s hull, finding the hatches which the crew would utilize to board the vessel, and soon began to cut them open with the fusion torches the beasts held on their bellies. Before long the Belkan marines stood aboard the hostile vessel, their jet clad figures navigating the halls with ease, if not caution. Though their sealed suits and HUDs provided a clear picture, they took no assumptions with the ship, checking every corner and having every hallway secured before advancing, after some time, on the bridge. The door, like the others, slid open with little effort on the part of the boarders, and after assessing the situation, trained their weapons on the single individual they had yet run across, the comms of the starcorps revealing that, thus far, only one of the two contacts found on initial scans were accounted for.
With their bullpup ‘192 assault rifles trained on Grove, their leader, his voice distorted by the helmet he wore, made a singular demand, “Hands behind your head.” Given, they largely didn’t expect the pilot to already be in such a passive state, but such was procedure.
The Baleful, meanwhile, still drifted off of her starboard, waiting for her contingent to return with whatever they found. Little did it or its captain know the bounty that awaited however, and as such they delightfully informed their superior, the commodore, of their success thus far, who was in turn delighted to hear it. Erica, all the while, remained appropriately skeptical. It was too easy, and she knew that Gerhardt knew it, save that he was too eager to see things otherwise to acknowledge it. All that remained was to wait and see how things would transpire.
With their bullpup ‘192 assault rifles trained on Grove, their leader, his voice distorted by the helmet he wore, made a singular demand, “Hands behind your head.” Given, they largely didn’t expect the pilot to already be in such a passive state, but such was procedure.
The Baleful, meanwhile, still drifted off of her starboard, waiting for her contingent to return with whatever they found. Little did it or its captain know the bounty that awaited however, and as such they delightfully informed their superior, the commodore, of their success thus far, who was in turn delighted to hear it. Erica, all the while, remained appropriately skeptical. It was too easy, and she knew that Gerhardt knew it, save that he was too eager to see things otherwise to acknowledge it. All that remained was to wait and see how things would transpire.
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Abandoned Multiverse Characters Restored
Hey guys,
Just letting everyone know that I've gone through and found as many abandoned characters as I could and placed them back into their original creator's list of characters. There were several thousand characters who I could not determine the owner for, and as such I've placed those in the orphanage.
You're free to abandon them again if you wish!
Sincerely,
Your Friendly Multiversal GM
Just letting everyone know that I've gone through and found as many abandoned characters as I could and placed them back into their original creator's list of characters. There were several thousand characters who I could not determine the owner for, and as such I've placed those in the orphanage.
You're free to abandon them again if you wish!
Sincerely,
Your Friendly Multiversal GM
Re: The Multiverse: The Official OOC (uber)Thread
Hello folks!
There's been a lot of talk lately (mostly unpleasant and misunderstanding) about the invasion and occupation of Terra plot that Barney and I have been working on for over a month and which was recently unveiled publicly (apparently?) in the Multiverse. The idea behind most roleplay usually termed "nation roleplay" or "NRP" is not to overtake or dominate a large-scale roleplay, but to enrich and provide sociological, economic, and political background to such a setting. "Nation roleplay," or roleplaying that involves nation states, de facto state entities, or state-like factions, is intended to be a breeding ground for character development, provide a backdrop for character interactions, and create multiple avenues for diverse and engaging plotlines to develop at both micro and macro levels.
In my own writing, I focus predominantly on the development of individual characters and the dynamics of interactions among those characters. I find overarching, meta-plotlines like this invasion plotline to be an excellent impetus for engendering and fostering more vibrant and compelling character interactions and new plot ideas by creating multiple sources of tension. Characters need not have any high rank or formal affiliation with a faction in order to be impacted by larger events (think of what happens to average citizens when any country goes to war), nor will they necessarily be directly affected in any significant way (think about the everyday lives of most Americans during the Iraq war.) But you, the writers and roleplayers, will have a myriad of opportunities to create, develop, and form deeper and more interesting plots to feature your character(s), given a new set of macro-circumstances.
Both Barney and I welcome and encourage anyone who is interested in active involvement in the invasion plot at any level (very active to vaguely active) in any way whatsoever to talk to either or both of us about your ideas, character(s), and plans. A large number of people have already done so, including the following people:
- krumbla -- I can't remember his idea (I'm sorry, krumbla; talk to me when I'm not sick as a dog?)
- Mr. Crow -- News media company to be formed before the invasion and to provide support to the resistance or rebels following the occupation
- curtsive -- Vigilante anti-terrorist organization to conduct terrorist operations against the occupation
- Alasund De'astio -- plays the Democratic Coalition, allies of the current (canonical to Ylanne) Terran government
- Nemo -- typically handles the military side of the Terran government, as well as Randin Kaye from the Wing City Police Department
- DemiKara -- whose character Aerilyn recently joined the Terran Intelligence Bureau
- Konstantein -- plays a daywalking vampire who will act against the occupation
- AzricanRepublic -- plays the UCON, which has a military presence near Terra and supports the TNG
- Marcus -- plays the Council, which has a vested interest in defending Terran sovereignty
- Tearen Wover -- plays VARIAtech corporation, which is offering military assets to the Terrans
And I'm certain I've forgotten someone (in which case, if that's you, I do sincerely apologize. It's one a.m. and I'm still sick.)
Barney and I have sketched out an overview of how we expect the plot to run from beginning to middle to end; however, despite the fact that both of us obviously plan on the plot following that sequence, it can change its course at any point depending on the ideas and in-character actions of any other folks who decide to get involved.
Some of the plots to occur during the invasion and occupation, both planned and still in discussion, already discussed include the following:
- Arianne Drulovic subjected to an order of indefinite detention
- Democratic Coalition rescuing Drulovic from Aschen custody
- Terran resistance kidnapping self-proclaimed God-Emperor Raphael McGregor
- Drulovic psychologically "breaking" McGregor with his estranged wife Cally
- Hataf attack against Aschen Empire holdings
- Guerrilla warfare between Democratic Coalition, UCON, and Terran forces against Aschen forces
- Taiyou attack on Aschen-controlled Terra
- Terran Independent underground dissident publication
- Jelisaveta Drulovic and family taking Natalija Drulovic's children off-world
- Rubano Malijin assuming power as regional Governor of Terra
- Public executions of political dissidents
- Internal rebellion against Aschen government by dissident Aschen leaders
I strongly encourage anyone and everyone to seek me out to talk plot, character, and ideas. Both existing and newly created characters can be involved with any plot, either existing or newly proposed by you. If you feel that this planned plotline (invasion and occupation) will unnecessarily or unfairly interrupt or alter your own plans for character or plot development, and you passionately want to retain your own plans as much as possible, please talk to me. I am very obsessive and have high levels of anxiety about maintaining the integrity and substance of my plans, so I know how you feel, and am more than happy to collaborate with you to work out something that satisfies you and makes logical sense.
If I'm not in the chat at any given time, I can be reached via private message, or by email at trealistorm (at) yahoo.com. Messages to that email address are delivered directly to my smartphone, which I check obsessively all day long, and will be read and replied to as soon as possible. (Usually within twelve hours, and sometimes within as little as ten minutes.) I want to hear your ideas and opinions (but please be polite to me; I do have feelings and am a real person over here), and I want to make sure that you don't feel like I am trampling over you or your character(s) or your plot(s).
There's been a lot of talk lately (mostly unpleasant and misunderstanding) about the invasion and occupation of Terra plot that Barney and I have been working on for over a month and which was recently unveiled publicly (apparently?) in the Multiverse. The idea behind most roleplay usually termed "nation roleplay" or "NRP" is not to overtake or dominate a large-scale roleplay, but to enrich and provide sociological, economic, and political background to such a setting. "Nation roleplay," or roleplaying that involves nation states, de facto state entities, or state-like factions, is intended to be a breeding ground for character development, provide a backdrop for character interactions, and create multiple avenues for diverse and engaging plotlines to develop at both micro and macro levels.
In my own writing, I focus predominantly on the development of individual characters and the dynamics of interactions among those characters. I find overarching, meta-plotlines like this invasion plotline to be an excellent impetus for engendering and fostering more vibrant and compelling character interactions and new plot ideas by creating multiple sources of tension. Characters need not have any high rank or formal affiliation with a faction in order to be impacted by larger events (think of what happens to average citizens when any country goes to war), nor will they necessarily be directly affected in any significant way (think about the everyday lives of most Americans during the Iraq war.) But you, the writers and roleplayers, will have a myriad of opportunities to create, develop, and form deeper and more interesting plots to feature your character(s), given a new set of macro-circumstances.
Both Barney and I welcome and encourage anyone who is interested in active involvement in the invasion plot at any level (very active to vaguely active) in any way whatsoever to talk to either or both of us about your ideas, character(s), and plans. A large number of people have already done so, including the following people:
- krumbla -- I can't remember his idea (I'm sorry, krumbla; talk to me when I'm not sick as a dog?)
- Mr. Crow -- News media company to be formed before the invasion and to provide support to the resistance or rebels following the occupation
- curtsive -- Vigilante anti-terrorist organization to conduct terrorist operations against the occupation
- Alasund De'astio -- plays the Democratic Coalition, allies of the current (canonical to Ylanne) Terran government
- Nemo -- typically handles the military side of the Terran government, as well as Randin Kaye from the Wing City Police Department
- DemiKara -- whose character Aerilyn recently joined the Terran Intelligence Bureau
- Konstantein -- plays a daywalking vampire who will act against the occupation
- AzricanRepublic -- plays the UCON, which has a military presence near Terra and supports the TNG
- Marcus -- plays the Council, which has a vested interest in defending Terran sovereignty
- Tearen Wover -- plays VARIAtech corporation, which is offering military assets to the Terrans
And I'm certain I've forgotten someone (in which case, if that's you, I do sincerely apologize. It's one a.m. and I'm still sick.)
Barney and I have sketched out an overview of how we expect the plot to run from beginning to middle to end; however, despite the fact that both of us obviously plan on the plot following that sequence, it can change its course at any point depending on the ideas and in-character actions of any other folks who decide to get involved.
Some of the plots to occur during the invasion and occupation, both planned and still in discussion, already discussed include the following:
- Arianne Drulovic subjected to an order of indefinite detention
- Democratic Coalition rescuing Drulovic from Aschen custody
- Terran resistance kidnapping self-proclaimed God-Emperor Raphael McGregor
- Drulovic psychologically "breaking" McGregor with his estranged wife Cally
- Hataf attack against Aschen Empire holdings
- Guerrilla warfare between Democratic Coalition, UCON, and Terran forces against Aschen forces
- Taiyou attack on Aschen-controlled Terra
- Terran Independent underground dissident publication
- Jelisaveta Drulovic and family taking Natalija Drulovic's children off-world
- Rubano Malijin assuming power as regional Governor of Terra
- Public executions of political dissidents
- Internal rebellion against Aschen government by dissident Aschen leaders
I strongly encourage anyone and everyone to seek me out to talk plot, character, and ideas. Both existing and newly created characters can be involved with any plot, either existing or newly proposed by you. If you feel that this planned plotline (invasion and occupation) will unnecessarily or unfairly interrupt or alter your own plans for character or plot development, and you passionately want to retain your own plans as much as possible, please talk to me. I am very obsessive and have high levels of anxiety about maintaining the integrity and substance of my plans, so I know how you feel, and am more than happy to collaborate with you to work out something that satisfies you and makes logical sense.
If I'm not in the chat at any given time, I can be reached via private message, or by email at trealistorm (at) yahoo.com. Messages to that email address are delivered directly to my smartphone, which I check obsessively all day long, and will be read and replied to as soon as possible. (Usually within twelve hours, and sometimes within as little as ten minutes.) I want to hear your ideas and opinions (but please be polite to me; I do have feelings and am a real person over here), and I want to make sure that you don't feel like I am trampling over you or your character(s) or your plot(s).
[OOC] Taylor's Bar (Multiverse Location)
This is the official OOC thread for Taylor's Bar. I'll post staff, recent events, and other information about Taylor's here.
Taylor's Bar is a location owned by my character, Gabriel Taylor. The Bar/Hotel/Casino is extremely fortified and secured. Each entrance has a metal detector and the place is usually fully staffed with employes. Taylor handles all of his business in house and law enforcement is nearly never called. Various precautions have been set around the bar to account for the magical inhabitants of Terra and keep it's inhabitants safe.
News Announcements
Taylor’s Casino and Hotel Grand Opening!
Gabriel Taylor, multimillionaire and owner of Taylor’s Bar, a successful nightclub and hang out for the rich and wealthy, has moved onto his next venture; A casino and hotel. Patrons of Taylor’s bar may have noticed construction going on around back as well as various signs and posters apologizing for the inconvenience; The large tower coming up behind the bar would be rather noticeable to say the least. Last month we got a word with Gabriel Taylor’s manager and he’s said that he has big plans for this place.
“Terra’s never had a place quite like this; Gabriel’s casino will be the first. The casino is the largest in the world and it’s also the most secure. Not only won’t we be hit, but we can’t be hit. We’ve brought in security experts from around the world to devise the most advanced security system Terra has seen. We invite anyone who believes they have what it takes to try and rob us, but I won’t be responsible for your injuries or the blow to your self-esteem. Try to teleport through our walls? Have fun getting stuck inside of them. We’ve worked with various experts in the field of magic and technology to create a sort of ‘teleportation displacer’ as well as armed our guards with anti-magic grenades. Although obviously not 100 percent effective, it gets the job done.
The hotel is large and extravagant. It has everything you’d ever need, ranging from a five star restaurant to indoor pools, and a top of the line spa. Our 2nd floor hosts a large assortment of stores holding anything you can think of including the finest clothing and the newest technology. “
The casino and hotel’s grand opening is April 9th at 7 pm. The party at Taylor’s bar goes from 7 pm to 2 am, but good luck getting in. The guest list is packed and with the security at Taylor’s it’s going to be difficult sneaking in.
Staff
Owner
Gabriel Taylor
Head of Security
Security
Duncan Crawford
Mary "Phinx" Munroe
Kane Horne
Jonathan
Vladimir Dmitriev
Natasha Rovan
Pit Boss
Benito Greco
Casino Staff
Bartender
Camen Black
Janitor
Titania Brightsmith
Bus Staff
Ink Adrelis
Con Team
Gabriel Taylor
Benito Greco
Martin Lawrence
Duncan Crawford
Vladimir Dmitriev
Taylor's Bar is a location owned by my character, Gabriel Taylor. The Bar/Hotel/Casino is extremely fortified and secured. Each entrance has a metal detector and the place is usually fully staffed with employes. Taylor handles all of his business in house and law enforcement is nearly never called. Various precautions have been set around the bar to account for the magical inhabitants of Terra and keep it's inhabitants safe.
News Announcements
Taylor’s Casino and Hotel Grand Opening!
Gabriel Taylor, multimillionaire and owner of Taylor’s Bar, a successful nightclub and hang out for the rich and wealthy, has moved onto his next venture; A casino and hotel. Patrons of Taylor’s bar may have noticed construction going on around back as well as various signs and posters apologizing for the inconvenience; The large tower coming up behind the bar would be rather noticeable to say the least. Last month we got a word with Gabriel Taylor’s manager and he’s said that he has big plans for this place.
“Terra’s never had a place quite like this; Gabriel’s casino will be the first. The casino is the largest in the world and it’s also the most secure. Not only won’t we be hit, but we can’t be hit. We’ve brought in security experts from around the world to devise the most advanced security system Terra has seen. We invite anyone who believes they have what it takes to try and rob us, but I won’t be responsible for your injuries or the blow to your self-esteem. Try to teleport through our walls? Have fun getting stuck inside of them. We’ve worked with various experts in the field of magic and technology to create a sort of ‘teleportation displacer’ as well as armed our guards with anti-magic grenades. Although obviously not 100 percent effective, it gets the job done.
The hotel is large and extravagant. It has everything you’d ever need, ranging from a five star restaurant to indoor pools, and a top of the line spa. Our 2nd floor hosts a large assortment of stores holding anything you can think of including the finest clothing and the newest technology. “
The casino and hotel’s grand opening is April 9th at 7 pm. The party at Taylor’s bar goes from 7 pm to 2 am, but good luck getting in. The guest list is packed and with the security at Taylor’s it’s going to be difficult sneaking in.
Staff
Owner
Gabriel Taylor
Head of Security
Security
Duncan Crawford
Mary "Phinx" Munroe
Kane Horne
Jonathan
Vladimir Dmitriev
Natasha Rovan
Pit Boss
Benito Greco
Casino Staff
Bartender
Camen Black
Janitor
Titania Brightsmith
Bus Staff
Ink Adrelis
Con Team
Gabriel Taylor
Benito Greco
Martin Lawrence
Duncan Crawford
Vladimir Dmitriev
*=Level of authority. The more you have the higher your authority at Taylor's is. You may command around people with less *'s than you but not the same (although they don't really have to listen, it would be realistic that they did. You can also command around NPC depending on your rank.)
NPC Bar/casino staff: *
NPC Security: *
NPC Riot Security: ***
Con Team Members: *****
Head of Security: *****
Security: ***
Pit Boss: *****
Casino Staff: **
Bartender: **
Janitor: *
Bus Staff: *
Access to certain locations is also dependent on your rank:
Bar/Casino/Hotel: No clearance required
Bar Backroom: *
VIP Section: *** or invitation
Security Barracks: *
Security Headquarters: ****
Conference Room: *****
Hotel Suites (16th Floor): *****
Complete Lockdown (Doors sealed, anti magic grenades launched, riot staff deployed): *****
Note: The clearance levels are what the security at Taylor's will see you as, but you can still sneak into locations that you're not supposed to be in (Although security would probably pursue you).
Please respect the staff positions listed here to some extent. These are the official members of Taylor's staff. If you wish to apply, contact me or find Taylor at his bar.
If you'd like to organize a heist that would be recognized by me and Taylor's security, contact me so we can discuss a time in which we can RP out the scene along with the writers of the security staff.
Re: [OOC] The Gaia Stones [IC Fantasy Event]
We have a an Official Group now. Whoohoo. I will edit some more details later on in the day due to my exhaustion.
[OOC] The Gaia Stones [IC Fantasy Event]
The Gaia Stones is a plot that I am currently GMing within The Multiverse on a planet deep within the Milky Way system where technology is not allowed and will not be able to function. The world is ruled completely by magic and magic law. The story consists of people being summoned to the planet Gaia (if they did not spawn on the planet themselves) and were brought to The Ruby Flask. They were given a task to follow a powerful mage named Ry'nn Traeger to collect stones which would unseal powerful weapons that had once been used to forge the kingdom. The purpose behind the quest beyond that remains to yet be seen.
PLAYERS
Following Ry’nn Traeger as played by Prose
CptxMorgan: Paul-Henri Chevalier - unknown
Namaru: Jack Krutz - unknown
lilyWhite: Sol and Ebony - unknown
Following Demi Edenhelm as played by Prose
qbsuperstar03: Gary Mandolera - Skuldgrim
Konstanstein: Karasaad Vidathari - Artrea
xTheSmokex: Mikhail Kahldmek - Eshatt
Following Morim Ilthond as played by Prose
Marcus: David Trapspringer - unknown
Nevan: Emys'i - S'rit
THE WEAPONS
Skuldgrim the Slayer of Undead
Skuld was the first sword forged on the world of Gaia in the Xanaldra Forge. It is a legendary blade that has not been seen for a hundred generations. It once served Gaia when the undead were a threat to all living beings on the Mother’s soil and vanquished The Risen Horde during the age of Those Who No Longer Roam sent by Eras.
The blade of the sword is long and elegant with a pointed edge that is perfect for piercing into armor. Down its length is the engraving of Sagittae—a beautiful woman—in finely etched lines on one side and the other is the engraved representation of Atargatis—a strong and lithe man. The edges are blunt and glow with a strange red flame from enchantment. The blade and hilt are made from a very light weight and mysterious metal.
The pommel of the sword is marked with an engraving which represents the goddess Sagittae; one of the stars of Gaia and the Mother’s protector from the evil god Eras. The sheath is blood red. It is unbreakable and will never shatter.
It is a sword meant to battle the undead which roam mindlessly on Gaia; skeletons, reanimated corpses, and shades. But with all swords of power, there is a weakness. It cannot kill any living soul and may only be used on the undead.
Artrea the Healing Gauntlets
Artrea were gauntlets worn by a legendary man named Lysander Enlight. The gauntlets were hidden beneath the soil of The Exalted Mountains and were used to light the world when Eras had almost consumed his siblings. For seven turnings of Gaia had Artrea served to the be sole beacon on hope for all living things on the world.
The gauntlets are made from a mysterious metal which is completely white in color, almost as if they were made of our pearl. But they are as harder than any metal known to the current world as the knowledge died with Those Who No Longer Roam. They will light the path when light is needed most.
Glittering feathers protrude backwards and out from the wrist. The fingers are sharpened like ten deadly claws that can grip any surface short of diamonds. It is easy to scale a wall with the gauntlets. But that is not what make the weapons deadly. So sharp in fact are they, that they can pierce through most armor and can slice through human flesh like a razor through parchment. But their greatest power is the ability to touch others and heal their mortal wounds through the use of Will.
There is always a weakness that comes with weapons of great power. Those who adorn the gauntlets and use its abilities will soon find their eyesight failing on them over a long period of time. All those that have ever used them—even once—have gone blind with age. And when they are used to heal, the adorner will find themselves very drained as if their own life-force had been passed into the other in order to save their life.
Questions, suggestions, and comments should be directed here, especially when chat is busy or when I am not online or active in the chat.
Re: The Multiverse: The Official OOC (uber)Thread
Actually if you want it as a news report, at least offically so, there is a News Thread for the Multiverse as a whole
Re: The Multiverse: The Official OOC (uber)Thread
Sangrei's only statement was this. "Hey, I was hungover, and I got an iced tea with honey. How was I supposed to know that the bear thing was gonna come over and wreck the bar looking for goddamn honey?"
Re: The Multiverse: The Official OOC (uber)Thread
Gambit's Bar was drained of all its honey by a mysterious yellow bear!
Unfortunately, Wing City police did not know this and were left in confusion to find only a yellow teddy bear with a red shirt at the scene of the crime.
The only customer under record who had ordered a glass of honey that day was a Sangrei Friedn. Responsibility for the bill and possibly the stolen stock of honey have yet to be decided. Police still find Friedn a suspect.
Unfortunately, Wing City police did not know this and were left in confusion to find only a yellow teddy bear with a red shirt at the scene of the crime.
The only customer under record who had ordered a glass of honey that day was a Sangrei Friedn. Responsibility for the bill and possibly the stolen stock of honey have yet to be decided. Police still find Friedn a suspect.
Re: The Multiverse: The Official OOC (uber)Thread
What the heck does this mean when I try to post anything in OOC ?
Error: You have execeeded the maximum number of messages per minute
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Its been ten minutes, and I STILL get that warning thing
Error: You have execeeded the maximum number of messages per minute
??
Its been ten minutes, and I STILL get that warning thing
Re: The Multiverse: The Official OOC (uber)Thread
Ylanne wrote:Hello folks! I'm currently maybe two-thirds of the way through the planned Family Pictures sequence, which can be read here, and am posting one last announcement looking for folks who might still want to become part of that. There are opportunities! They abound, in fact! (Yes, I was looking for an excuse to use the word "abound" in an internet forum post. I successfully created one.) Nothing is completely set in stone, as this, like the rest of my work 'round these 'ere parts, focuses on the development of the individual characters, so if you have vague ideas or would like to learn more, I do not mind sharing information and such. I anticipate working towards a conclusion by March 2012.
HAHAHAHAHA. The conclusion isn't coming til closer to the summer. Frequency of activity and times when the folks who are involved currently has dropped quite a bit for a variety of reasons, and I don't anticipate the conclusion to Family Pictures for a bit. That said, for those who pay attention to the faction-side of things, the announcement that elections have taken place for the Terran National Government will be posted soonish (i.e. within the next two weeks insh'Allah.)
Those who might be expecting me for roleplay, I will have no internet access this Thursday through Sunday this week except from my phone or if I can access someone else's computer with internet access. You will only be able to reliably reach me via email, which goes to my phone. If you don't have mine, any staff member does, as would anyone who regularly roleplays with me. Thanks!
Re: The Multiverse: The Official OOC (uber)Thread
There's no real procedure to get "started" in the Multiverse. The hub of activity is generally Gambit's Bar, but you can grab a roleplay partner and head anywhere. The sky's the limit!
Re: The Multiverse: The Official OOC (uber)Thread
I'm new here, and I just made my first character. How do I get started in the multiverse? I'd like to stick mostly to Terra to keep as close to my character's home as possible, but if I have to move, I will.
If you want to check out my character, go to roleplay/the-multiverse/characters/lorenzo-caracciolo
By the way, that is not near my real name, so don't worry.
If you want to check out my character, go to roleplay/the-multiverse/characters/lorenzo-caracciolo
By the way, that is not near my real name, so don't worry.
[OOC] yea retarded moment
i managed to make myself feel like a retard just now i just posted a 86 word post in the wrong area . . . this is ooc . . . i posted it in IC so now i feel like a retard but we all have our moments so ^^ yea
Re: The Multiverse: The Official OOC (uber)Thread
utahann wrote:Just wondering I was considering playing Sherlock Holmes(movie version) here,do you already have one?
You can create and play anything that you like in the Multiverse. There is no acceptance or review of characters, just create the character and start RPing!
Re: The Multiverse: The Official OOC (uber)Thread
Just wondering I was considering playing Sherlock Holmes(movie version) here,do you already have one?
Re: The Multiverse: The Official OOC (uber)Thread
Hello folks! I'm currently maybe two-thirds of the way through the planned Family Pictures sequence, which can be read here, and am posting one last announcement looking for folks who might still want to become part of that. There are opportunities! They abound, in fact! (Yes, I was looking for an excuse to use the word "abound" in an internet forum post. I successfully created one.) Nothing is completely set in stone, as this, like the rest of my work 'round these 'ere parts, focuses on the development of the individual characters, so if you have vague ideas or would like to learn more, I do not mind sharing information and such. I anticipate working towards a conclusion by March 2012.
Re: The Multiverse: Where Do We Go?
Um. Okay. Bear with me. I read through what posts I saw, and took note on things that were said to the best of my ability. Here's where I stand on the Multiverse, where the Multiverse is to me, and yeah. I guess.
I agree that there needs to be a set baseline. For instance, the name of the bar. The name of the world that the bar is on. The name of cities, nearby things like that. There can be a set system of government, the Wing City Police Department, but their "jurisdiction" only stretches so far. Some of the most interesting roleplay I've seen/participated in has involved characters coming from other worlds and having to either deal with, work around, or confront the system of government set in the Multiverse.
Alternately, some of the worst and most frustrating MV roleplaying I've seen has been .. involving characters coming from other worlds and having to deal with, work around, or confront the system of government set in the Multiverse.
I've always seen the MV as a hallways connecting various rooms. The rooms are your own story, your own ideas, your own canon, your own characters; it's where your friends gather and you control things. When you're out in that hall, however, all bets are off. That isn't to say you can pull things out of your ass, but you accept and understand a certain amount of handicap.
For instance, my character Liesha Kennicot is a Special Agent in the United States government, from her Earth. She's aware that there are other Earths, and that she doesn't had any control when in the MV. That's fine. However, when someone else walks up to her and starts trying to give her orders claiming that their faction has taken over mine without a single bit of IC content, that's when things start to go awry.
Reading back over the original post, it seems that the Multiverse has as much substance as you give it. It's a sandbox location where you can freely interact with new characters that you might not get a chance to. For a while, I used the MV as a way to try and test out ideas with people before making a roleplay out of it. You get your circles of friends (as Patch mentioned, his crew of eight) and you go at it. Sometimes you meet in the middle, and sometimes you don't.
And at the risk of ranting, that is all I have to say about that.
I agree that there needs to be a set baseline. For instance, the name of the bar. The name of the world that the bar is on. The name of cities, nearby things like that. There can be a set system of government, the Wing City Police Department, but their "jurisdiction" only stretches so far. Some of the most interesting roleplay I've seen/participated in has involved characters coming from other worlds and having to either deal with, work around, or confront the system of government set in the Multiverse.
Alternately, some of the worst and most frustrating MV roleplaying I've seen has been .. involving characters coming from other worlds and having to deal with, work around, or confront the system of government set in the Multiverse.
I've always seen the MV as a hallways connecting various rooms. The rooms are your own story, your own ideas, your own canon, your own characters; it's where your friends gather and you control things. When you're out in that hall, however, all bets are off. That isn't to say you can pull things out of your ass, but you accept and understand a certain amount of handicap.
For instance, my character Liesha Kennicot is a Special Agent in the United States government, from her Earth. She's aware that there are other Earths, and that she doesn't had any control when in the MV. That's fine. However, when someone else walks up to her and starts trying to give her orders claiming that their faction has taken over mine without a single bit of IC content, that's when things start to go awry.
Reading back over the original post, it seems that the Multiverse has as much substance as you give it. It's a sandbox location where you can freely interact with new characters that you might not get a chance to. For a while, I used the MV as a way to try and test out ideas with people before making a roleplay out of it. You get your circles of friends (as Patch mentioned, his crew of eight) and you go at it. Sometimes you meet in the middle, and sometimes you don't.
And at the risk of ranting, that is all I have to say about that.
