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RP(Main) / Re: Pirate Campaign
« on: February 13, 2014, 08:31:16 pm »
Kara had managed to remain unnoticed as she followed Trishka, and was lucky enough that the Asari had answered the Question on her mind. She knew that Analdrun was making moves to bring rival Pirate and Merc bands under his tentacles, but now he had corporate backing? Katanask Tech's backing of Lokyan's endeavours had been one of their greatest strengths on the planet, giving them both the money and tech to hold their own and rise meteorically into power, and a testing ground for new inventions unbound by council law, like Juicing.

If someone as immoral, and with a large enough stock of expendable slaves, as Analdrun got that power...

"Boss?" She whispered into her comm.

"Don't worry Kara, we heard." Came Lokyan's voice. "Stay in position, I'm sending Asa. I don't know what Trishka's doing here, but I don't at all like the odds if someone pulls a weapon."

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RP(Main) / Re: Pirate Campaign
« on: February 13, 2014, 12:28:10 pm »
Alec chose this moment to enter the coliseum. He saw two humans and a Vorcha poking at a metal stick in the corner, but paid them little mind, instead looking up at the brilliantly painted murals on the ceiling. They were a little self-absorbed for his tastes, and he could see where slaves had been used in the painting, brushwork that grew slightly crooked as electroshocks were applied, or where hunger or fatigue had caused a slip, but overall, it was a brilliant piece of artwork.

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Campaign Discussion / Re: Pirate Campaign Take Two...
« on: February 12, 2014, 12:17:03 pm »
But it was so much fun making nanomachines fight each other! D:

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Misc / Re: Extracurricular Psychology experiment
« on: February 12, 2014, 12:16:21 pm »
Make Surgery.

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RP(Main) / Re: Pirate Campaign
« on: February 07, 2014, 11:57:50 pm »
Alec wandered around Drun, humming a little song as he looked for things to do.

"My name's Alec Morgan, and I am here to say,"

Ever think we might be a little... Too crazy? Sandra asked.

"I'm gonna kill your foes and I will brighten up my daaaay~"

Explain.

"It doesn't matter now, if you are sad or blue."

Well, here we are, walking down the middle of the street, singing an upbeat song, with a little plastic horse toy sitting on our shoulder.

"Because killing all your foes is just what Alec's here to do!"

I'll admit, we haven't really gotten many jobs since we got here. Then again, we haven't really been looking.

"Cause I love to get paid, paid, paid! Yes I do!"

I think you're all wonderful people. I quite like living on Mister Alec's shoulder.

"It fills my heart with sunshine all the while, yes it does!"

Shut it Shyfly!
Shut it Shyfly!

"'Cause all I really need's fun, fun, fun, from these happy jobs of miiine!"

Well hello. Look ahead. Those guys don't look to friendly.

Think they're mad that we killed that guy on our first day?

It's possible... Sorry, I'll be quiet, like you asked.

Without skipping a beat, Alec drew both his weapons and fired Clara twice, killing two mercs that obviously weren't prepared to face a madman, having not activated their shields yet.

"I like to see them die, I like to see them bleed!" He continued singing as he caught a blade on Sandra's basket, and emptied Clara's clip into its owner's belly.

Anyway, like I was saying. Maybe we should ask in Jellyland if they'd like to hire us to blow **** up in the coliseum or something.

"The depths of my purse filled up is always Alec's need!"

What, like a gladiator for hire kind of thing? Clara responded as a new clip slammed home and Sandra slashed across a man's throat.

"But if you're kind of worried, afraid my skills'll make you frown..."

Oooh! That sounds fun, Ms. Sandra! Shyfly added as a bullet whizzed past her, causing Alec to spin round and impale the shooter on Sandra's tip, smiling and singing still.

"I'll work real hard and do my best, to turn that sad frown upside down!" he sang in the man's terrified face before withdrawing the blade.

Seeing no more combatants, Alec holstered his weapons and started off in the direction of the Coliseum. "'Cause I like to make them bleed, bleed, bleed..." he continued singing.

Yeah, that's what I had in mind. I mean, worst case scenario? They say no.

Not like they can slap a slave collar on the big guy anyway. Remember the guy that tried the Neural Collar back on that Batarian ShitWorld?

Ha! I do remember that! I suppose when the Reapers scramble your brains, a few perks come to the forefront.

How do we know it was the Reapers that scrambled his brains? Maybe we just see things now that most people can't?

Why is it that every time a new voice comes in here we need to have a discussion on philosophy?

Sorry, won't bring it up again.

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RP(Main) / Re: Pirate Campaign
« on: February 07, 2014, 11:23:53 pm »
"Boss, we have a bogey." Gaijin reported over the comms. "Looks like that foulmouthed Asari Tobias keeps around. She's wandering about the stands, if she keeps going where I think she's going, she'll come pretty close to Kara's position."

"Nice work, Gaijin." Lokyan replied. "All's clear here on the balcony, and the Jelly's made no sudden moves. Kara, you feel up for tailing the Asari?"

"I can do it, Sensei." Came the soft voice. "She won't even know I'm there!" She added with forced Bravado.

"Asa, run cover, if you see something, get her an escape window."

"Alright, you get me my credits and the deal's as good as done." came the reply.

Lokyan's eyes narrowed as he looked out from the standing-balcony. He could see Analdrun talking with Sobakov, and he wished with all his being that he had ears down there. Assassins were all well and good on Rouger, but it was people like Sobakov that made him uneasy. He'd worked with crazy people in the past, but what the Drell had heard of Sobakov made him want to force feed the man explosives and paint a room red.

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RP(Main) / Re: Pirate Campaign
« on: February 07, 2014, 12:52:49 am »
Lokyan blinked as the Yahg began to charge. Everything that made up his being screamed at him to help the human down below, but he kept himself in check. He'd always had a team at his back, and fought enemies just as big as the Yahg, but he was a leader now; battles needed to be chosen.

"You alright boss?" Came a voice in his ear. "The exit corridor's still good if you want to bail."

"Negative, Gaijin. I'm fine. I was told Analdrun had something special planned for this match, I need to see it." From the corner of his eye, the Drell could see Analdrun's box, the Hanar seeming all the more like an ancient Roman emperor in his decadence. "Hold up, where's Maeve? I've lost visual. Kara, Asa, you have anything?"

"I'll have you know that I don't accept payment in that currency!" Came Asa's voice, the Drell in the crowd trying to disguise their discussion as a business call.

"Alright, how about you, Kara?"

"I... I think I saw her walk out a few minutes ago." Came the soft-spoken shinobi's voice, this was a bad environment for her, but she had to learn to get over it.

"Alright then, notify me if she shows up. I get the feeling she has a hand in what we're here for."

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RP(Main) / Re: Pirate Campaign
« on: February 04, 2014, 09:09:00 pm »
In the coliseum's stands, a lone figure stood, a hood concealing his features. One hand rested on the pommel of the sword on his hip, and with the other he leaned on the railing, looking down into the ring. He normally hated using slaves as gladiators, and the coliseum itself wasn't exactly the safest place for him, but if what he'd heard was true; this would be a match he couldn't afford to miss.

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Campaign Discussion / Re: Pirate Campaign Take Two...
« on: January 31, 2014, 07:51:20 pm »
I vote Godfather.

Or Scarface sort of thing.

YOU WANT SOME YOU **** ****-A-ROACHES?

On second thought, I'm reserving that line for Alec.

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RP(Main) / Re: Pirate Campaign
« on: January 28, 2014, 04:44:37 am »
Alec wandered around Drun for the better part of a day. The sun was high in the air, and he was... bored. Utterly, totally, BORED! His fun sense had been silent all day, and he was beginning to think that a planet full of bloodthirsty pirates got amazingly less violent as they got closer and closer. Like Ninjas in movies, a sort of... Conservation of Ninjutsu effect.

"Hmm. Maybe I should check the Extranet and see if it's already been discussed. Maybe a site about Tropes on Television." He mused aloud as he kicked dust down the street. It was then that he passed something he didn't think he'd see on such a planet.

A Toy Store!

And in the window, something he'd thought he'd never see again. "A 'My Pretty Horsie'!?" He exclaimed aloud.

Are you seriously still on the Horse thing? Sandra asked. It's a TV show for little girls.

"Sandra. We've had this conversation. That show is witty and funny beyond it's demographic, AND I NEED IT RIGHT NOW! IT'S A LIMITED EDITION SHYFLY! And that **** Cassidy isn't here to buy it before me like she did all those years ago."

He blinked. "I feel like something just tried to censor me."

Don't be such an uncultured ****, Sandra. Clara replied Pity it's not Prism Rush though. Shyfly ****ing sucks. It was Clara's turn to blink. I feel it too. A disturbance in my vocabulary.

"Nevermind that. Let's get in there now!" Alec exclaimed as he pushed open the door and ran inside, grabbing the small toy package off of the shelf and running to the counter. "One Collector's edition Shyfly!" He yelled as he placed it before the cashier, who looked from the small yellow pegasus on the counter to the cybernetic mercenary with the giddy look on his face.

The Turian raised an eyeplate. "Sir? Are you getting this for your... Daughter, or something? Not too many people like you come in here."

"No..." Alec said, puzzled. "It's for me. I've wanted one of these for a while."

"Uuuhhh huuuuuh." The cashier replied. "That'll be 300 Credits."

"Alrighty then, have a good day!" Alec said with a smile. He grabbed the toy from the counter and opened it, placing the horse on his shoulder, his arm's built-in Eezo Generators causing it to stick there. "Come on Shyfly, there's a marathon on tonight! We have so much to catch up on!"

Ha! Eat it Cassidy! It may have taken five years, but we finally got the Shyfly!

... You guys have no lives...

"Go away Sandra. We're enjoying ourselves." The mad merc replied as he headed back to his ship, unaware of the shadowy figure that was following him. "I'm suddenly aware of a shadowy figure following us." He added, narrowing his eyes.

You son of a ****, fine Alec, you want to play like that? Quick as a flash, the figure swooped down and grabbed the figure off Alec's shoulders, and he could swear he heard the Pegasus' soft voice crying for his help before the figure shoved her into the bag on its hip.

"Hey! Give her back!" Alec yelled.

Yeah! We've waited too long for this!

Oh for god's sake. Just kill this fool and get on with it.

Alec pulled Clara out of her holster and pointed her at the figure. "Drop the horse and nobody gets hurt." He growled, making an otherwise silly request sound very serious.

"Really Alec?" She said with a ****y smile. "Don't you remember how this turned out on Omega? The horse is mine."

"Cassidy." He scowled. "You already got a Shyfly. I watched you steal it from my very fingertips. Why do you want this one?"

"Because I broke it."

"J- W- THAT MAKES MY POINT EVEN MORE SALIENT! You don't even know how to take care of a collectible!" He yelled.

"Doesn't matter. I have the horse now, and she's staying with me. Ta ta!"She called before running down the street, leaping onto the rooftops.

"Oh no you don't!" Alec yelled, chasing after her. He leaped onto the rooftops, pounding the tiles as he made his way after his rival, firing occasionally as the nimble thief seemingly dodged bullets, taking them across the entire city, before they wound up in a completely new place. Tobias' section of the city. The edge of the city rapidly approached, the sands shifting just beyond where the buildings ended. Cassidy stopped at the edge of the city, obviously not familiar enough with the layout to have eluded Alec.

"Drop. The. Bag." He growled, pulling Sandra from her sheath.

"Make me." Cassidy shot back, drawing her own blade, a thin, french blade.

"Ach, ye wee frog! Tha's not a blade, this is a blade!" He cackled, his scottish claybeg a much more impressive blade.

"We'll see." She said, jumping forward, flashing her blade. Alec caught the blade on his sword, surprised that the thing didn't snap in half. He swung Sandra again and again, her blade whistling through the air as Cassidy ducked and weaved, dodging every slash.

"Stay the **** still!" He yelled.

Seriously, how is she doing this?

"I think she's cheating!" Alec replied, exasperated. "How am I supposed to cut her with that going on?"

Hellooooooooo Clara called. I'm a gun, remember?

"Oh yeah." The Merc replied, quick-drawing Clara and firing thrice, the bullets pinging off of Cassidy's shields.

Frustrated, Cassidy jumped at Alec, aiming to stab at his leg, only to feint and instead go for his heart. Yet Alec somehow caught the blade, causing it to go straight into his arm, puncturing the synthflesh. "Wh- How did you?" She stammered as the merc raised his arm, carrying the smaller woman up with it as the artificial skin healed around it, keeping it there.

"I read the narration." He said simply, as if he were telling a child something obvious. He flicked Sandra casually, cutting the bag from Cassidy's armour. "Now get out of here."

The woman complied, scampering away from the site of her defeat as Alec ruffled through the bag, placing the small yellow toy in it's rightful place and yanking the sword out of his arm. "All is right with the universe." He simply said.

Hooray! Clara replied, clapping her hands excitedly.

Hooray... I guess. Can we go home now?

Yes! We'll be just in time for the new episode! I heard it's a Shyfly episode as well!

"Caliente Damnanito!" Alec exclaimed. "All right, we'll go home, watch it, **** online, THEN we go and kill Cassidy."

Wait. Why did you let her run away then?

"In case I can't find anything else to do later. The Narration's not keeping up his part of the bargain. He gets to stay in my head so long as he comes up with things to do."

Well I'm sorry Alec. There hasn't been really much for you to do, I mean, you really are sort of a jo-

"Don't you DARE call me a Joke Character."

Did you just... Interrupt the Narration?

"Quiet, voice in my head. Send me home, and we can end this discussion that looks wierd to everyone else."

Okay, okay, jeez. Ahem...

With his prize reclaimed and sitting in her rightful spot on his shoulder, Alec purposefully walked back in the direction of his ship, wondering if anything else strange would happen this day. And how many more voices would appear in his head.



((Get back in here you wimps. I just wrote the most outlandish and stupid thing ever. AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO DO IT AGAIN. I HAVE A KEYBOARD AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO USE IT.))

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General Discussion / Re: Still alive?
« on: January 20, 2014, 12:56:52 am »
Still here. Poking the Hornet's nest.

The hell happened in here?

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Misc / Shading is hard.
« on: January 17, 2014, 12:55:18 am »
o so very hard. I don't even think it's noticeable here.

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RP(Main) / Re: Pirate Campaign
« on: January 12, 2014, 09:48:25 am »
Lokyan grimaced as he closed his Omnitool. The last thing he needed was to deal with was Tobias, the only reason he hadn't wiped the damned Jellyfish off the map.

Hyun would be back from Japan in time for the meeting, and he had the feeling that she'd be needed.

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RP(Main) / Re: Pirate Campaign
« on: January 10, 2014, 10:32:56 pm »
Lokyan paced through his compound purposefully. In truth, it was the largest hideout he'd had since... well, ever. He was so used to boltholes on Kahje and safehouses on the Citadel that even now he felt as if the compound was too big. However, the size did give him space to train his followers, and he'd decorated with artefacts he'd 'liberated' from Rakhana, the dead world of his people. The main hallway was lined with ancient sandstone statues of ancient Drell warlords, poets, and kings, restored after centuries of sandstorms and the death throes of the Drell left behind. He smiled as he looked up at them. Soon, there would be a new generation of free Drell and, hopefully, soon his likeness would join the lines of kings that dominated the hallway.

But the Hanar seemed intent on ruining his day. "Damned jellyfish" he muttered. "First those 'Knife Hunts', now I've got assassins flocking to his ranks and three recon teams late on reporting. This just can't get worse."

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General Discussion / Post your **** tubes.
« on: January 10, 2014, 09:02:50 pm »
ITT: Advertise like a shameless ****.

http://www.youtube.com/channel/UCAV5TC68-2NaJ7Y3_LDnH0A

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