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 Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 5:15 pm
((Comment 1: The Kore needs to take some lessons from history. Even JTF-GTMO knew better than this.
Comment 2: "Go infiltrate the ACO"? I saw that coming. Honest to God, I did. xd And I am pleased. YAY! ^_^
Comment 3: I'm wondering what hair colors--or shades--get discriminated against.))
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 5:49 pm
((I'd intended it to be separate cells, sci-fi forcefield cells, and a bunch of other details that I hadn't gotten around to putting in, but Steube led the way on a lot of stuff, so I honestly can't help it. And generally don't care that much.
I blame the dude in command.Bryne should have killed them right off, but he holds a grudge against, and she knew he wouldn't.
Of course you did.
Black hair and dark browns.))
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 7:02 pm
Haldri nodded and gave another halfassed salute. "I'll try not to be." He said with a smile. "You owe me a drink if I survive too." He said as he walked away.
Haldri submitted a list of his supplies to a provisions officer (assuming that there is one, lol) and took a couple choice items from the armory. When he was heading towards his ship, he noticed an out of place looking soldier. "Hey shorty!" He called out to him after acknowledging that he was lower rank. "Come help me with this." He said, and pushed a bag of small arms towards him.
(Need a weapon Steube? rofl )
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 8:45 pm
((Assuming is a good thing, xd ...and lol, lucky Stuebe))
"Hell, if you survive, I'll throw in dinner." Svarlena gave him a half salute as he walked off, then leaned against the wall a few beats before moving to hand out assignments to a few others.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 8:46 pm
538 marches down the prison freezing at the cell with one prisoner present when there should be two. He opens a channel on his built in communication device calling his CO directly "538 report one prisoner missing, the male no officers have been down to take him for interrogation. Prisoner escaped awaiting response"
(And what happens when you have only one guard? people escape yes they do... Kore isn't very good thinkers is they)
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 8:29 am
Eric had the bag shoved into his hand.
"Sir. What is it that you need help with, sir?" Eric replied, testing out his Ecacian accent.
((Sorry if I took things in a direction that they shouldn't be going in, ED. You mad?))
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 1:13 pm
((Of course I'm not mad. I prefer people participate actively, and things move differently than originally planned, it's the fun of a multiple person RP. XD I was just explaining why the kore are a little less...intelligent...than I'd intended. XD))
Svarlena picked up the her com, getting the info with a soft groan. "Thank you, 538. I'll put the ship on alert. Keep a close eye on the second one."
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 6:53 pm
"Yes ma'am" 538 closes the com link then locks his eyes on Pen "Do not move, lethal force is my primary function" He then levels his pulse canon with Pen.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 9:57 pm
The Toolness "Yes ma'am" 538 closes the com link then locks his eyes on Pen "Do not move, lethal force is my primary function" He then levels his pulse canon with Pen. Pen held still, not moving a muscle. She locked eyes with 538, studying him for a moment. "What exactly are you?" She asked.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 10:40 pm
Das Steube Eric had the bag shoved into his hand. "Sir. What is it that you need help with, sir?" Eric replied, testing out his Ecacian accent. ((Sorry if I took things in a direction that they shouldn't be going in, ED. You mad?)) Haldri started to walk away. "Loading up my ship." He paused a moment and turned to him. "Got a mission. Now hurry up."
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 11:49 am
Sahaqiel Das Steube Eric had the bag shoved into his hand. "Sir. What is it that you need help with, sir?" Eric replied, testing out his Ecacian accent. ((Sorry if I took things in a direction that they shouldn't be going in, ED. You mad?)) Haldri started to walk away. "Loading up my ship." He paused a moment and turned to him. "Got a mission. Now hurry up."
A craggy-faced man strode up quickly and grabbed the bag from Eric, hurrying to help Haldri load. "Hey. I'm your partner for the mission, at least as far as Thesys. Ship shortage, saves fuel to give us the same one. He's coming, too," the man said, thumbing towards Eric.
Yarold Miscavage ((triple points if you can figure out where both names come from without googling)) hoped his crazy, last-minute scheme would work. He considered himself a triple agent, a Kore member working for the ACO cell KOR... who was actually feeding the ACO false information and giving anything he picked up from the ACO to the Kore. It had never backfired on him, and he was sure the ACO had never figured out his game, but the well was starting to dry up. Security in the ACO was tightening with the war, and there were fewer opportunities to turn their plans against them.
In other words, the Kore was starting to find him "less than useful." If he didn't turn things around fast, he'd be phase-cannon fodder.
His last chance was helping this guy Haldri connect with a different ACO cell--or better yet, the mysterious headquarters--and get a new source of information himself. He wasn't sure where this escaped prisoner would fit in, but you never knew who could make a good bargaining chip. Either the braided midget was ACO, or knew someone ACO, or would distract attention from himself and Haldri long enough to make a difference. If all else failed... maybe he could manipulate the situation so the ACO would take him in deeper, relocate him and use his knowledge of the Kore to win their war and reward him with a nice retirement. There were a lot of possibilities.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 6:12 pm
((Those colors are all fine, particularly golden browns as gold, even if dark, is good. Premature gray would probably be seen as a particularly 'wise' soul. When I say dark brown, I mean particularly dark brown. The blacks and dark browns are seen as literally darker souls, possibly twisted, and ultimately untrustworthy. The favored hair colors are golds, and reds.))
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 8:43 pm
Eric shook his head to the older man.
"Sorry, sir. I have an assignment. I can hep load the ship, and wish you luck."
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 10:19 pm
Eulalia Danae The Toolness "Yes ma'am" 538 closes the com link then locks his eyes on Pen "Do not move, lethal force is my primary function" He then levels his pulse canon with Pen. Pen held still, not moving a muscle. She locked eyes with 538, studying him for a moment. "What exactly are you?" She asked. "Marauder 538..." He pauses for a moment as his loyalty chip tells him she is not allowed that information "Your are not authorized more information cease line of questioning" 538 continues to stare at her, unfeeling.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 2:38 am
The Toolness "Marauder 538..." He pauses for a moment as his loyalty chip tells him she is not allowed that information "Your are not authorized more information cease line of questioning" 538 continues to stare at her, unfeeling. Pen smiled, adjusting her seated position on the floor. "Ah, one of the programmed set. They were just introducing your kind when I abandoned the Kore. Resilient, dependable, immune to frailties of mind and body, but entirely lacking in that thread of creativity and balance of risk necessary for leadership." "So that leaves you to be fodder, doesn't it? Programmed not to think on that, aren't you?"
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