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Campaign Discussion / Re: Pirate Campaign Take Two...
« Last post by ToughLuckMan on April 01, 2014, 10:10:54 pm »
well maybe we just have to wait 50,000 years for the next cycle of Mass Effect RP  :'(
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Campaign Discussion / Re: Pirate Campaign Take Two...
« Last post by Durandal on March 28, 2014, 07:08:56 pm »
Things seemed to be going so well, then just, bam!
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Campaign Discussion / Re: Pirate Campaign Take Two...
« Last post by medwards10 on March 28, 2014, 03:52:49 pm »
Goodnight sweet RP forum, and may flights of reapers sing you to thy rest.
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Campaign Discussion / Re: Pirate Campaign Take Two...
« Last post by Durandal on March 23, 2014, 06:54:06 pm »
So.......
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Campaign Discussion / Re: Pirate Campaign Take Two...
« Last post by medwards10 on March 08, 2014, 10:41:13 am »
Sounds about right. I'd imagine the chaos will start at the meeting with negotiations breaking down.

(Rev, come back to we can continue!)
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Campaign Discussion / Re: Pirate Campaign Take Two...
« Last post by Durandal on March 07, 2014, 10:07:38 pm »
So with the coliseum winding down, how do you guys want to handle the meet and subsequent chaos?  I figure Lokyan and Analdrum show up at Tobias' section of the city, are escorted to the Claudia.  Everyone has a sit, has a little chat, and when everyone starts to leave....death everywhere!
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RP(Main) / Re: Pirate Campaign
« Last post by medwards10 on March 02, 2014, 08:59:41 pm »
"Spasibo, Analdrun." Sam afforded a quick glance back at the Vorcha which seemed so eager to die a moment ago. It looked a bit flustered. Than again, Vorcha look flustered most of the time anyways. He turned to face Maeve, and by any sort of deductive reasoning, the door as well.

"Care to explain what our task is while we walk?" Sam asked. Without pausing for a response, Sam started towards the door, assuming Maeve would drop in behind him, possibly with the Vorcha in tow. It was fun for the moment to toy with it, but it may get in the way sooner or later.
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Misc / Re: On the Side
« Last post by medwards10 on March 02, 2014, 06:33:40 pm »
Wait... This is my fault isn't it.
****, ONWARDS TO WRITING
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Misc / On the Side
« Last post by Revan.Lorz on March 02, 2014, 12:34:29 am »
So, Since the RP is taking a while, I started a new one in a land far far away.

It's all fantasy and stuff but yeah, feel free to check it out and even join in if it suits yer interest

http://www.rpnation.com/r...-for-future-knights.1252/
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The Story Board. / Tales From the Dome 1
« Last post by Durandal on February 28, 2014, 12:52:13 am »
Sparks flew across the floor of the massive hanger as the sound of grinding metal split through the air.  The mech jockeys called this place the Pit.  It was where every team housed and maintained their mech.  Everywhere you looked there were machines in various states of repair or disrepair; teams frantically trying to replace that last shattered armor panel before their big fight, while others standing around heaps of disassembled parts trying to piece together something out of the shattered bits of their once fierce machines.  Rick stood looking up at Lilah's mech as it was hoisted into the air on a crane.  He examined the massive hole Strauss's sniper cannon bore into the side of the thing.  It looked awful.

"Bet that wasn't the first time you took a shot to the face!"  Rick said jokingly.

"Shut the **** up, you pig."  Lilah retorted as she mounted a ladder to look deeper at the damage.

"Think you can fix her in time?"

"Rick, I can fix anything."

At that moment all of the hustle and bustle of the Pit suddenly stopped, and an eerie silence came across the hanger.  Rick turned confused. It only took him but a moment to see the object of everyone's attention.  A parade of technicians in their new and pristine jumpsuits walked into the hanger, followed by trucks hauling machine parts of all varieties.  Then they came: three mechs, just as pristine and gleaming as the rest of the crew and their machinery.  And they were different, too.  All of the mechs in the dome were hand built by their pilots.  Each team had no more than a few mechanics.  There was a strange sense of respect and camaraderie among the teams, as they forged these bipedal weapons of destruction themselves.  Each mech was a labor of ingenuity and love.  But these new ones, they looked like they were made by an entire army of engineers and scientists with more money than the Shadow Broker.  And by the looks of it, the pilots of this team brought the army with them.  As they drove closer into view, it all made sense.  Rick could see the exact same logo blasted across every vehicle, mech, and jumpsuit: Xenogenics.  It was one of the largest tech corporations in the galaxy.

"What the f*ck is a bunch of corporate goons doing here?"  Rick asked confusedly towards Lilah.

"Beats the hell out of me."

That was when Rick saw the hatch to the lead mech open, and a mountain of a man climbed out, the metallic hand of his machine aiding his descent.  He had to be at least 6'6", and a heap of pure muscle.   He instantly began shouting orders to the army of corporate pit goons in jumpsuits.

"Guess that's their captain.  Maybe I should introduce myself."  Rick said with a smirk as he strolled over towards the man, leaving Lilah and her futile protests behind.

"So, you must be the new guy in town.  Better watch out, I hear Wilhelm over there likes jack off on the new guys mechs when no one is around at night."  Rick jokingly said as he looked up to the face on the mountain.  The mountain was clearly not amused.

"Rick Steiner, team captain of team Wild Card."  He said as he stuck out his hand.

The mountain looked down on his with his stone jaw and emotionless expression.

"You are the one they call 'Rocket Man,' yes?"  The mountain sounded almost mocking when he said those two words.

Rick simply smirked.  "Yeah, that'd be me."

The mountain's eyes narrowed and there was a moment of silence.  Rick began to feel a wee bit uncomfortable.

"I will break you."  Was the only thing the mountain said before he pushed past Rick and back towards his crew.

"I guess he isn't here to make friends."
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