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 Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 11:35 pm
Oncesis
Run by: Idle Minds in conjunction with the Terran Confederacy
Oncesis is the 11th of 20 small outposts made by the Terran Confederacy and Idle Minds.
Oncesis is a quick and dirty outpost made by the Terrans and Idle Minds within the last century. The Sisters, as they are called, were made as a supply outpost for both Idle Minds ships as well as military ones. They were made when Gabriel Dreloki, the head of Idle Minds, realized that with the advent of quick and efficient space travel his Camera Ships would need to cover more areas of the galaxy. As such he, in conjunction with the Terran Military who wanted to keep tabs on Idle Minds as well as wanted access to the outposts themselves, designed them to be simple supply stops. Simple as they may be, they are rather advanced in technology. Over the years they have advanced a bit. Bars and similar establishments have opened on many and living area is no longer restricted only to crew although it is reserved for them.
Oncesis is one of the least busy of the Sisters but it has a small amount of nightlife. It is rather far from Earth and is positioned between it and Centuria. Patrolling soldiers, camera ships and the occasional civilian stop there for a drink, supplies and a little bit of 'fun'.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 11:44 pm
Z and Risa stretched themselves out as they stepped out of the shuttle. "So where to first?" Risa asked with a giddy smile. "I dunno. I could definitely use a drink. Let's hit the bar." Z said blinking lightly as he turned up his sync level. A map of the station came up in his mind. The Sisters were desigggned very similarly but Z was terrible with direction. "This way." He said pointing to a hallway on the left side of the bay. Z managed to navigate the halls fairly easily and found the bar, a chain called 'Quartz', and entered. As if on cue, and he was sure it was, a man walked to them and asked if they wanted anything. God he hated suck ups. "I'll sit down at the bar like everyone else thanks." He said walking past the man with Risa in tow. Sometimes his people got the word of his presence out too quickly.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 8:23 am
The dropship, flanked closely by the Vampyres, touched down gently in the bay. Jacob stood up. "Peterson, Allen, you guard the Vampyres, one of you on each. Karlan, Jameson, you guys stick with the dropship. The pilots are coming with me," Jacob ordered quickly, while pulling back and quickly releasing the bolt handle on the SCAR. Satisfied that it was loaded, he glanced at the others, who all cocked their firearms. Standing up, he waited as the ramp lowered, then slung the rifle over his shoulder, walking down and out.
"Oh, I need a drink," the pilot named Hannon commented as he joined the group heading in. "As long as we're here, Captain Lowry?" he requested, eyebrows raised and with a hopeful grin plastered on his face. Jacob sighed, rolled his eyes, but decided to concede.
"Fine. You guys can go to the bar, and I'll go get that thing that Nat wanted," Jacob sighed. "Have a good time. If I finish up, I'll come back to the bar," he added with a grimace.
Nikki smiled faintly. She wasn't much of a drinker, but she did enjoy the occasional alcoholic beverage. What she didn't intend to do was to do so while Jacob was around, because she would never hear the end of it. In such an emergency, the second mate and the first mate having beer? Unheard of, he would say. That was okay, though; nothing really ever came of his anti-beer-ness.
Jeremiah led the crew down to the bar. A man approached, them, asking, "Do you want anything?" Jeremiah shook his head, replying, "We're just headed for the bar. Thanks, though," he finished, pushing by quickly and heading straight for the bar. He took a seat next to some man and woman, hardly caring who it was. He needed something with which to relax.
__Jacob:
SCAR: <30>/30/30/30/30/30/30
Five-seveN: <20>/20/20
__Jeremiah:
M662: <40>/40/40/40/40/40/40
1911: <8>/8/8/8
__Nikki:
Revolver: 6/42
__Guard Peterson:
M662: <40>/40/40/40/40/40/40
__Guard Allen:
M662: <40>/40/40/40/40/40/40
__Guard Karlan:
M662: <40>/40/40/40/40/40/40
__Guard Jameson:
M662: <40>/40/40/40/40/40/40
__Pilot Derrick:
M662: <40>/40/40/40
__Pilot Hannon:
M662: <40>/40/40/40
__Pilot Tanson:
M662: <40>/40/40/40
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 11:08 pm
Z's mind smoldered as his drink came. It was a rather fruity affair but was no slouch on alcohol content. He was a bit nervous about going to Centuria. Why hadn't the Conquistador messaged back? Were they dead? Were they marooned? Had they defected? More importantly, why? It was all a mystery. One he wanted to get to the bottom of. As he thought a number of armed people sat down next to he and Risa. 'Hmmm.' He thought. 'Military. Armed military. Lots of armed military.' He mused. Then he mused some more. This was bad. There was almost nothing out here. It was way to far out for this many people to bother stopping for a drink. Patrols out here would just stop on the nearest planet or come unarmed. They were clearly on their way to Centuria.
He closed his eyes for a moment and used his mental link to check on the status of the ship. It wasn't anywhere near ready to take off yet. Plus they hadn't acquired enough crew to make up for the ones who abandoned ship due to the danger of their current assignment. Well there was no reason to stress over it if there was no way to fix it. In fact he could have some fun while he was here! His frown turned into a devious grin as he took a swig of his drink. "So. What are a crack squad of Terran Soldiers, such as yourselfs, doing in a dump like this?" He asked turning to the man directly next to him. Risa chuckled next to him. She had clearly jumped to the same conclusion he had.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 3:06 pm
Jeremiah groaned. "Don't. Don't ask," he replied flatly. He looked very, very irritated, and understandably; their trip had not been ideal so far. "You know, the drill. Broken hyperdrive on a supposedly safe, functional starship, makes us stop at an outpost for a capacitor. A capacitor! And we don't have a spare one! What is wrong with this picture? You tell me!" he cried, slamming his drink and then his forehead onto the bar. "In case you couldn't tell, I'm not too happy," he commented to finish, then drank the majority of his drink in one great big gulp.
__Jacob: (Green)
SCAR: <30>/30/30/30/30/30/30
Five-seveN: <20>/20/20
__Jeremiah: (Green)
M662: <40>/40/40/40/40/40/40
1911: <8>/8/8/8
__Nikki: (Green)
Revolver: 6/42
__Guard Peterson: (Green)
M662: <40>/40/40/40/40/40/40
__Guard Allen: (Green)
M662: <40>/40/40/40/40/40/40
__Guard Karlan: (Green)
M662: <40>/40/40/40/40/40/40
__Guard Jameson: (Green)
M662: <40>/40/40/40/40/40/40
__Pilot Derrick: (Green)
M662: <40>/40/40/40
__Pilot Hannon: (Green)
M662: <40>/40/40/40
__Pilot Tanson: (Green)
M662: <40>/40/40/40
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 6:35 pm
Zanthiriel chuckled lightly at Jeremiah's bad mood. "I can tell." He said with a full laugh taking another swig of his drink which was now half empty. "I don't really understand that techno mumbo jumbo", he lied ,"but it sounds like you will be here for a bit." He said thoughts of what to do whirling through his head. 'Oh. That would be funny.' He thought as he came up with a sheerly amusing idea. "Hey. I was wondering if you could help me with something." He said an innocent looking smile on his face as he looked at Jeremiah. "I've always thought I could beat a military officer in a fight but no one believes me. I was wondering if you would spar with me in the hollo-chamber they have in the arcade. Please? We could even make it more 'interesting' if you like." He said, his smile wavering into a smirk.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 1:14 pm
Jeremiah shrugged. "I need to take my frustration out somehow," he sighed. What he was forced to wonder is why exactly he and his friends wanted to know if they could beat up an officer. Oh well. Winning or losing, Jeremiah needed to throw a few punches. Shoot a gun, something like that. "Lead the way," Jeremiah added. He had no idea where he was going; this was his first time out here.
__Jacob: (Green)
SCAR: <30>/30/30/30/30/30/30
Five-seveN: <20>/20/20
__Jeremiah: (Green)
M662: <40>/40/40/40/40/40/40
1911: <8>/8/8/8
__Nikki: (Green)
Revolver: 6/42
__Guard Peterson: (Green)
M662: <40>/40/40/40/40/40/40
__Guard Allen: (Green)
M662: <40>/40/40/40/40/40/40
__Guard Karlan: (Green)
M662: <40>/40/40/40/40/40/40
__Guard Jameson: (Green)
M662: <40>/40/40/40/40/40/40
__Pilot Derrick: (Green)
M662: <40>/40/40/40
__Pilot Hannon: (Green)
M662: <40>/40/40/40
__Pilot Tanson: (Green)
M662: <40>/40/40/40
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 11:03 pm
"Goody!" Zanthiriel said exuberantly. He took another huge sip from his drink leaving it almost completely demolishing it. He picked the lemon off of the side of the glass and in one bite, robbed it of all but rind. Risa had finished her drink earlier as she had crazy ridiculous alcohol tolerance. She looked curious as to what Z was planning. Sometimes she couldn't tell if he was having fun or doing something clever and devious. They both stood up and gestured for Jeremiah and friends to follow. The bartender didn't bother to ask either party for money. Anyone with a Dreloki was covered completely. Without another word they made there way to where they knew the arcade was. It was more crowded than the bar. The sounds of shooting games and driving games roared around them. They walked to the end of the room where a large white door stood, stark against the black walls. Z touched the door handle and after a moment of scanning it opened. A white hallway stood before them with black doors lined on either side. A number of them lacked handles, meaning they were occupied. "So. Here we are." He said as he walked in. "Because I am such a terrible shot, I vote for hand to hand combat. Any preferences on terrain?" He asked with a smile. Risa stood behind him looking fairly impassive.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 6:25 am
"Come on, Nikki, it looks like we've got something better to do than sit around and wait for Jacob to come back," Jeremiah told Nikki, getting up and keeping close behind Zanthiriel. Nikki shrugged, sighed, and followed after. She paused for a moment. "Hannon, Tanson, come on, we'll all go. Derrick, today you get to stay at the bar like you always wanted to. Tell Jacob where we went if you come back," she added, and the two pilots got up and followed them.
Once at the simulators, Jeremiah leaned against the wall. "Hand to hand? Why not go with something pretty rough, forest cliff/hill sort of affair?" he inquired, albeit without much motivation. Nikki grimaced.
"Actually I'd prefer we went on a level playing field, but..." she trailed off, stretching, either in preparation or boredom; it was hard to say.
__Jacob: (Green)
SCAR: <30>/30/30/30/30/30/30
Five-seveN: <20>/20/20
__Jeremiah: (Green)
M662: <40>/40/40/40/40/40/40
1911: <8>/8/8/8
__Nikki: (Green)
Revolver: 6/42
__Guard Peterson: (Green)
M662: <40>/40/40/40/40/40/40
__Guard Allen: (Green)
M662: <40>/40/40/40/40/40/40
__Guard Karlan: (Green)
M662: <40>/40/40/40/40/40/40
__Guard Jameson: (Green)
M662: <40>/40/40/40/40/40/40
__Pilot Derrick: (Green)
M662: <40>/40/40/40
__Pilot Hannon: (Green)
M662: <40>/40/40/40
__Pilot Tanson: (Green)
M662: <40>/40/40/40
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SKBCTayuyaFluteofDeath generated a random number between
10 and 50 ...
40!
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 8:33 pm
(Hi. Saw the thread and thought it looked like fun. May I join?)
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 4:57 pm
((That's a question to ask our friend in charge - go out to the subforum and check out the rules, etc.))
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 11:02 am
((What Bayer said.
Sorry. I have to finish a 500 page book by tuesday and write a few pages about it. I'll try to post soon.))
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 7:08 pm
((No problems, I'm not going anywhere.))
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 2:13 pm
"Hmmm." Z thought carefully. Rough or flat? Or both? "I've got an idea!" He said looking up, his eyes bright. "Why not a plateau with rough sides?" He said smiling as if he were a genius. "We'll do it two on two. Me and Risa versus . . . you two. What are your names again?" He asked."
((Short post boo. But a post nonetheless.))
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 1:21 pm
((Been terribly busy - give me a day or two.))
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