great recap!
lol, couldn't of put it any better =D
and since we have people missing Slamex, i think a place for you is open at the moment, although, i'd ask Speccy about it
((Darn, got beat to it by Ghostie, but still, i'm gonna post Galaxie's report up))
Yesterday evening was eventful. Beggining our exploration of the immediate area, we came across several hostiles. They are fortunately identified by their dress code, with the masked agents being more heavily armed. After dispatching these, we realised they were a threat to the downed Novae, and cleared the area of them. We were successful, although a brief glimpse outside tells me they have already returned.
Following this, we decided to construct a map. A search for landmarks turned up the statue of galaxy girl, a commemoration of her deeds. Moving on from here, we found a terminal, from which we were able to download a map. The conversation quickly turned to economy, and we engaged some nonhostiles in discussion to discover we would be suited to look into a "newspaper" to find currency. Nhalio was suitably disgusted. The paper, or at least the little i translated with a broken polyvox, has been immensley useful, for one providing a name for our landing site: Paragon City.
Shortly after our discussion with the non-hostiles (Who we now identify as "human) we were attacked by an as yet unidentified xenomorph. A discoloration preceded there arrival through advanced portals technology, where they engaged with practised efficiency. They wield plasma weapons of uncertain origin, and many are psychic. We quickly learnt to distinguish two prime targets. The first are the aforementioned psychics, who need to be, at least, contained before engagement. The second are the support troops, who heal and shield their allies, and make any engagement harder. The first engagement was lost, in no small part by the intervention of a starship, carrying very destructive weaponry. If these take interest in the Haven Novae, we can only hope the Novae's defences are back online before they invade again.After we recuperated from the Novae's medbay, we were engaged again, this time emerging victorious with revised tatics. Between Tnark and I's containment, Teremity's healing, and Nhailo and Ussuskimo's melee prowess, victory was assured. Tnark, however, complained of discomfort, following damage to his suit, and Teremity accompanied him to the Novae. F
urther exploration showed us some human surgeons, who have somehow managed to empower dead bodies with mobility through use of servomotors. I have theorised we could use these to power the doors, if the powered doors cannot function due to damage. We also noticed black clad people with the surgeons, but decided not to engage.
As we returned to the Novae, we detected people in a building near the Novae, people later identified as Council. They carry standard issue weapons for this planet, but are excellent shots. Nevertheless, the building was emptied of interlopers, and we discovered something peculiar: A human was held hostage here, under the Council's "recruit or shoot" policy. Following his rescue, he told us of a facility for training such coerced peoples. Next week, we will break this facility down and end such tyranny.
This ends the first log since we have landed, and i am currently awaiting the de-freezing of the last three pods. The log will be updated when the occupants have awoken.
Date:004.06 (Entropian metric)
Incidentally, i can garuntee silver has left. This means Hates is in for sure, so long as he pipes up and makes clear he's still in.
Shut_down can't access his account right now but he will be coming to the next meeting, just let him know when on the forums he says he added ghostie to global, also not being there for the first week makes sense for him rp wise.
With the help on another stranded alien, Nhailo has made the rather disturbing discovery that the star from which the survivors cae is, alas, no longer there....
So, are we all good for tonight as well, then?
Okay count me in, I've just rethunk my character...
Now going from a Feminine Overlord of her planet, I've decided to opt for a much easier option.
I am now playing the Aquatic Scientist named Yalr'Zrmo Nyk. He's rather smart and he knows it... he's also not just an engineering marvel when it comes to technology. Oh no... infact he's even moreso of a sort of "Bio-Mechanic" in that he see's living organisms as simply more intricate and fascinating machines. He's also sworn to attempt to keep all of them running smoothly.
The reason for his late entry? His capsule was fitted with heaps of upgrades and modifications to ensure his survival. However some of these prevented his awakening in a bizarre twist.
Nyk comes from a 90% water planet covered in thin whispy strips of land covered in salty white sand as usually found in the desert. Also, his planet was covered in huge storms at all times which kept the temperature habitable, yet made it more appealing for life to live beneath the waves in really quite an amphibious existence. His people, in relative tranquility perfected many technologies, and their culture seemed to revolve primarily around Mating and Living a good life after many, many, many centuries of vicious in-fighting that all but decimated their populations and gave birth to the majority of their advanced weapon technology.
He uses his space suit to survive on Planet Earth, which is equipped with a personal Force Field Generator and Synaptic Amplifier which acts as a Psionic Weapon/Tool for Telekinesis and Mind Control and the such.
Whew! That was fun to write, and I love playing him.
So what time do we do this?
It takes Chaos to move the world to Action.
From last monday... a bit late, but better then not!
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Outside the Portal destination of Galaxy City that the group used to go out, Tnark noticed they were being watched. It turned out to be one of the pointy eared arrogants (Tnarks view) of the
Xizzarix race? I forgot the name and the name of the race, and have no access to the logs, sorry.
How he got to be there, he didnt explain. No one asked.
The group decided to go out and nullify a group of the militant faction, for different reasons
most prominent of reasons was probably to gain favour with an other faction, namely the Government.
The Council training base was shut down with minimal effort. The symbol of the Council contained an eye, so it was dubbed The Eye Clan by Tnark.
Xizzarzix or how ever his name went commented at the low tech and like being in a museum at the state of the art Council tech. Which was different, and probably a bit more advanced, then that of the Gelosians, Tnarks race. He opted to call them tech knights, in their cute attempt at science.
Not a lot of salvageable items were there, but at least dried food stocks were usable and thus salvaged (or confiscated
or if you have to use the name looted). And so they went back to the Haven Nuevo.
Then it was decided that they went to their representative in the city. From there they got information about a possible weapons shipment that the city didnt want in the Councils hands (finally, a name) and so they went to confiscate the fire arms and salvage what they could. Xizzarari was talking to Teremity in a clear flirty manner as the group waited for Mr. Galaxy to conclude his business in the hall. He scanned the building and life forms were confirmed, to which Tnark responded with such abundance of life forms in a city, it was not quite surprising
Nhaila kept a lookout inside, soon followed by Tnark.
Opposition was harsher, the troops better trained. Not surprising considering the previous were mostly still in training. Near the end, Zaxiraxa got in to trouble, getting the attention of a large group of Council while the rest of the team was scouting an other room.
Teremity healed him in time, and the team engaged the group. Zirazix thanked Teremity flirtily, Tnark snarled in combat. But whether it was the pointy eared fool getting the attention, his manners or just the combat
none can tell.
Having moved on to the next base, there was an other waiting period. Tnark wasnt very friendly to pointy (Im running out of variations of the name I cant remember)
He asked Tnark if he had a problem with him, Tnark responded that he did indeed, but this was not the time or place with the mission so close at hand
Tnark sensed something, though
something he couldnt quite explain. But as a hunter, he has learned to trust his instincts and went to investigate
@ShadowGhost & @Ghostie
The Grav Mistress, Mistress of Gravity
If you have nothing useful to say, you have two choices: Say something useless or stay quiet.
I'm probably going to have to leave about 9ish tonight. Other than that, I'll be there again!
What's the deal with times and meeting places for this team? Also, what level is everyone in now? I can spend some time getting my character up if I know.
It takes Chaos to move the world to Action.
was it 7:30 or 8?
Galaxy City base portal.
Lvl 5.
I'm not sure if I'll be able to make it, sorry... I'll come up with a good IC reason if I don't... but... we'll see!
@ShadowGhost & @Ghostie
The Grav Mistress, Mistress of Gravity
If you have nothing useful to say, you have two choices: Say something useless or stay quiet.
Introducing "Hugh Mann"...
The following is written in the soil beneath the Haven Novae. It is lettered in such a way that although it appears alien the letters seem to form into comprehensible patterns in your native tongue...
[u]Personal Log of The One 'Zrym'[u]
Crash!
The ship suffered severe damage... I noticed a life-form trying to salvage the ship, such a poetically noble and logical action! I followed my instincts and saved myself, going in search of food, shelter and assistance. I was certain the life-form was fit for the job, my mission was for myself however.
Upon arrival at the nearest settlement I readily formed into a perfect clone of one of the dominant and respectful looking life-forms, continuing to then devour it for sustinence. At this point I was readily energized and ready to continue my reconnaisance mission!
At a time I discovered a transmission box containing many images of the planet and it's dominant species "Humanity". From initial surviellance of their culture through this marvellous device I learnt that they are a youthful race concentrating on joyous laughter as entertainment. This is a surprising contrast when compared to their true nature... a warlike violent race that I would soon discover. But more of that later!
I must divulge the wonder of their sugary foods! Truly does this species know how to consume... I felt it unnecessary I should have consumed the earlier human, for their food is so powerful with energy that I soon became engorged and quite delirious I must say!
As a Human Male, it became apparent that I was rather attractive to members of the opposite gender. This particular set of Females were displaying themselves in a mating ritual, apparently adorning their bodies with garments that may be arousing to a usual male. Many times was I propositioned to fertilize one of these interesting beings, however I politely refused each time.
What happened next shocked me somewhat, when one of the females called on an extravagantly dressed Male and his clan members who rode a vehicle which bounced on springed wheels and emitted loud musical sounds. The Female pointed out that I had turned her down, which then prompted the Males to... well to use one of their terms "Get all up in my face." Many words that I believe to be obscenities were exchanged towards me and I was forced to flee.
Upon losing my pursuers who showed no interest in following me, I decided to take more caution towards these primitive beings... I found a suitable collection of Humans and continued to Psionically probe their minds for any information I could find...
Finally with this information I concluded that Paragon City would be a good place to begin further investigations, eventually I travelled there on the transportation system that the group of humans were waiting for. I believe it was called a "Late Coach". Many Humans paid homage to it on its arrival by using the names of their Gods to bless it's splendid lateness. "Oh God, I'm gonna be so late now!" and indeed they were!
Upon my arrival in Paragon City I managed to Psionically track my fellow Haven Novaen's who had apparently made their way there during my time investigating the planets inhabitants. Now I have returned here to record this at the base of the Haven Novae via the ships transportation systems which are functional.
Zrym is a Shapeshifting Alien. He is essentially living Psionic Ectoplasm, allowing his species to decieve their opponents through many means... Shifting their physical matter, and confusing their opponents to blend in to any environment. This makes for a truly potent survival technique around predators. Zrym has taken the name "Hugh Mann" as his adopted Human name. He relishes in Human culture, acting much like a delinquent at a buffet table of life. So far he has seen no real reasons to help humanity other than for his own gains and to preserve his own existence and gain useful social status amongst the other Haven Novae survivors.
[u]Hugh Mann's First Evening with the Haven Novae Survivors[u]
Tonight, Hugh started the evening by tracking down the other Haven Novae survivors and then following them to observe their actions, all the time in the form of a rather oddly suspicious looking Human who at the same time seems to be quite unmiraculous.
When the team reclocated to Kings Row from Galaxy City, Hugh was surprised to turn the corner on some Skulls, who promptly attempted to Mug him. Hugh was confused, but was quickly assisted by Teremity who spotted him and moved to save him from the Skulls. Mr. Galaxy and Ussiskino helped put the Skulls down for good.
At this point Hugh made a decision to act like a human, doing a particuly interesting job of that. Praising the Aliens powers and resourcefulness with a poor grasp of the Human language, often making up words and laughing for no apparent reason. When he spoke of Humans in a way that sounded like they were a Collective, the Aliens became suspicious, recognising that Humans infact saw themselves as strictly individual.
Hugh dissapeared into an Alleyway and hid in Cardboard box before eventually tracking them all down again. Outside of a sewer pipe, the team formed up before entering... at this point Hugh scooted behind a dumpster to observe them. Mr. Galaxy and Teremity spotted Hugh, and at this point he nervously released a small blast cloud, a last resort defense mechanism of his species, before running off around a corner to wait until they all entered the sewer.
Hugh finally managed to follow the Aliens inside, where he aided their fight from a distance, using his Psionic abilities to confuse and disorient members of the lost engaged in combat with the main alien group.
Hugh found himself in a difficult situation however, as he pounced upon by a rather large Lost-Leader, who chased him into the sewer. There, Hugh morphed into his base form... a gloop of sticky goo that hid in the Sewer water perfectly.
As the Haven Novae survivors walked past Hugh, he reformed himself, rising from the putrid sewer waters and eventually morphing back into his human form. There he explained his true nature, and for the rest of the evening assisted the group with their task set them by the city officials.
It takes Chaos to move the world to Action.
Sorry about not being thjere yesterday guys, but there was a work related task sprung on me that took until 9:40 to finish. I'll definatly be there next week tho!!
as iyt's 8pm, and I'm the only show, I', going to go lie down now. Lack of sleep id not vonducive to a good rp session
late finish at work, then family responsibility....
Sorry I wasn't there.
@ShadowGhost & @Ghostie
The Grav Mistress, Mistress of Gravity
If you have nothing useful to say, you have two choices: Say something useless or stay quiet.
A note from Nhailo:
"Be aware, my fellow survivors, that I have been monitoring the local customs in order to help facilitate blending in to this society. All of you know about the ritual that they young go through every year of eating cake that has been set on fire, but I have discovered something else. It would seem that, according to my sources, close to this chronological time in the Earth-year, it is customary to disguise your true features and rove around in packs, harrassing the local populace who do not leave the safety of their dwellings. It would appear that, in exchange for small food ampules, the roving gang will leave the occupants alone. This custom, however, does not extend beyond the first group. Food pellets must be given to every group to ensure an untroubled night. What happens if you do not supply food ampules is uncertain. I believe some sort of degrading performance is required...
(( OOC post
I hate to say it, but it seems we're down to 4 (semi) regular players.
Tnark, Teremity, Nhailo and Mr Galaxy.
Sadly, not all at the same time for what ever reason.
Do the others want to continue?
Are 4 (or 3) enough if they don't?
))
@ShadowGhost & @Ghostie
The Grav Mistress, Mistress of Gravity
If you have nothing useful to say, you have two choices: Say something useless or stay quiet.
(( well, i got the impression that the team had begun to break down slightly? and as i said earlier, Ussus' infrequent visists are mainly due to having meetings for other SGs on mondays as well which makes it difficult to attend =P ))
Since you're already full, I'd like to apply for the reserve list in case someone can't show up!
I've already asked you for this spec, but I'll post it here anyhow ^_^