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Therafter / Re: Old School
« Last post by Asha on July 14, 2014, 10:58:16 AM »
Asha eyed the rifle with approval, having seen similar weapon in the towers of Stonehammer in the hands of decidedly trigger happy guardsman, wondering silently if the woman before her had more reserve. "Please, just call me Asha," She told her with a warmer smile, taking another swig from the flask before tucking back under her coat.

She eyed Anya's canines with a tilt of her head, wondering briefly if it was her imagination or if they were unnaturally lengthened? It would be nice to find other muties, or at least a place where being one won't get me strung up by a mob and killed. "So, have you lived here all your life?" She asked casually, admiring the sunset from behind her glasses, looking forward to the approaching darkness when they would be no longer necessary. "Compared to Stonehammer this place is down right-" She hesitated, finding the words droll, and quaint to seem a bit demeaning, "Tame and laid back, it's quite a change from what I'm used to." She confessed, patting the tower top next to her.

"Feel free to take a seat, I don't bite, well not unless a pretty girl asks me to, and even I'm gentle." She said with a wink and giggle.
Therafter / Re: Old School
« Last post by Kassy on July 14, 2014, 10:45:13 AM »
Taking the flask in her hand and raising to hold it under her nose, she tentatively gave it a sniff, her eyes lit up at the fiery fumes emanating from within and she smiled. She took a swig and let it burn down her throat, before handing it back to Asha with a grin spread across her face and flashing her slightly more pointed canines. "That is good! I might have to make a midnight.. excursion at some point." It'll do brilliantly for now, and kick back even better once I get some tablets!

"A telescope?" she mused, "Oh no dearie, I have this" Anya pointed toward the .50 she had laid against the barrier after climbing up. "She's my baby, my beautiful, roaring, lioness!"

She felt the pride rushing through her, almost adrenaline-like. Or perhaps that was the alcohol. She didn't mind which, it felt good.
Therafter / Re: Old School
« Last post by Asha on July 14, 2014, 10:30:46 AM »
Asha nodded, pleasantly surprised to have companionship, Anya's arrival pushing her sighting of the unknown animal from her thoughts for the time being as she curled her legs under her and pulled down at the edge of her denim skirt slightly.

"Just sitting around Tilly's all evening was going to drive me nuts," She confessed with a grin, gesturing to the sunset, "Besides natures light show is free to enjoy, and my lack of funds precludes me from hanging out at the local watering hole, and there's @!#$-all-else to do around here for fun." She clarified with a laugh. "My leg didn't much enjoy the climb, but the breeze and view from up here is worth the trip, you said have a telescope you look up with?" She tilted her eyes skyward briefly, realizing the lack of light pollution would give someone a breathtaking view of the heavens in a town like this.

"Back in Stonehammer there was so much light from the city you'd be lucky to see anything over head beyond smoke, clouds and if you're lucky, the moon." She reached into her jackets inner pocket and produced a small flask, unscrewing the top and taking a quick swing before offering it to Anya with a smile and wink, "Go on, it's good stuff, I got it from an actual brewmaster in Stonehammer, it'll put the rot gut they have in most places to shame."
Saved for future perusal  :read:
Therafter / Re: Old School
« Last post by Kassy on July 14, 2014, 07:24:54 AM »
After leaving the Mayor's office, Anya trekked slowly down to the Red Tower, meaning to set up her cannon to scour the surrounding area and further out for signs of activity. Forewarned is forarmed. She grinned to herself, memories of serving coming to the surface. These however, quickly turned grim at the flashing image of her buddy. There hadn't even been enough left to scrape up.

Get a'hold o' yourself girl! You'll hold out a little longer.

Making her way up the creaking and rusted ladder, she was surprised to see the lady they had rescued earlier up here. With that leg too. Suspicion flickered, then dimmed.

"It's beautiful up here isn't it?" she asked quietly, "I usually come up here on a night, do my through the looking glass act, then rest and seek solace in the sunsets."
Therafter / Re: Old School
« Last post by valadaar on July 13, 2014, 07:24:10 PM »
As Asha climbed the ladder - a mix of old, rusted metal rungs, and recent wooden replacements, she got a better picture of the main Red Tower enclosure. Looked smaller up here.

Woops! That rung was loose. Someone would have to fix that. Still, she pressed on and reached the observation platform - it too a mix of old metal and new wood.

The sun was setting in the west, she saw the green expanse of Kenebac, a few houses poking up here and there, then the silvery river, and then the far hills she new blocked her view of the Deathlands, a land deadly with mechanical horrors.

A little to the left, she could see the top of the great white arcology she escaped from. 

Odd motion a few hundred meters from the Redwall fortifications caught her eye, but what it was escaped her.  Whatever it was, it was short and fast.

Hollen's Prize / Re: A Fast Exit
« Last post by EchoMirage on July 13, 2014, 03:58:26 PM »
Guided by Irina, Quan or Autumn, the Lila climbed away from mundane reality, into the tumultuous delta layer. The visuals beyond the bulkheads no longer had any reminiscence of the physical world, a play of lights and whimsical patterns, though the brain, in its stubborn atavism, tried to apply perspective and meaning. Seasoned pilots could fly by sight, knowing the distortions for what they were, but the run of the mill space trucker flew by instruments, which told him of approaching gravity waves and allowed him to steer clear.

Irina found herself dreaming of the jungle's embrace, of strange creatures whose flesh she could claim as hers, of warm rain trickling down her glossy skin, of the rush of endorphins, her muscles a well oiled machine - about as well oiled as her body during a relaxing massage after an evening in the sauna back on Arkona. The para-fir forest sang a haunting tune ever trapped in its conjoined branches as she swam down one of the narrow mountain lakes. She could almost count the calories her adapted brown fat tissue burned, the open ion channels turning the ion gradient into heat. The volkun was the local apex predator, and she ran with them, and was a mother, coiled around her litter in a furry embrace. She roared with the pack, and other bellows joined and echoed in the thick frosty air.
Sweaty, she awoke, her body sending a great many half-understood signals, as if it prompted her to command it.. somehow.
This will be an interesting flight. She petted Simargl, the two-faced Kotiri greeting her back; he had taken up place in her room, by her bed, as if it was the place he belonged. One week, then they would part.


Autumn was busy with repairs, exercise, piloting, being a bossy first mate, and with a certain needy doctor. Dextrous, uninhibited and inventive, Sunny gave Autumn a run for her money - and had a prehensile tail that knew all of the hound's happy places. Autumn had to smirk as she saw her bring the same sort of energy to her other dealings, whether it was dragging Jerome to the ship's gym to repair it and spot for her (he ended up exercising himself), or whether she was busy stuffing the ship's supplies down the Kotiri stowaways' throats, or working away in the infirmary/lab. The doctor might have been the empath on the ship, but Autumn knew well that this was the look of a person trying to keep busy.


Quan, in his usual suave way, convinced the rest to games of cards and chance, skillfully winning the easier chores. In the remaining time, he managed to sweep the ship with Irina's aid, collecting whatever valuables and illicit goods the smugglers had stored - it made for a sizable pile.
"We've got twenty pounds of Spice, ladies" he finally concluded, "three hundred kilos of protein-vitamin supplements, and seven thousand doses of polyvalent nano-vaccines. Cherenkov must have planned a stop at some frontier colony. Of course, then there's the guns."
Mentioning weapons usually fixates all gazes upon you - the same happened now. "Low quality assault rifles, but they kill a man dead nonetheless. These are fringe worlds, with no power-armored police around - having rifles and the men to hold them is ninety percent of the law."
He helped Irina pull out a crate, displaying its lethal metal cargo: "A few dozen unregistered guns, plus hollow points and armor piercing slugs. You could start a banana republic with those."

Sunny added: "Combined with the prefab housing and agricultural machines, we might seem like honest-to-God merchants. There must be a frontier world where we could ditch those."


With a droning hum of the engines, they descended back into the mundane world, a warm orange star ahead, and a vibrant nebula surrounding them. The Lila dashed forward, towards the blue orb of Kotir, the second of the sun's chidren.
The world possessed shallow seas and two large moons, coupled with a noticeable axial tilt. The weather, tides and seasons had to be interesting. The more distant moon seemed alive as well and the third planet too - what rare bounty! If the Kotiri ever develop space flight - or are helped - their system will be a veritable cornucopia. A cradle of life.
Therafter / Re: Therafter Out of Game Discussion
« Last post by valadaar on July 13, 2014, 03:17:30 PM »
Yep, Arthur. Will have more to say on your mechanics tonight.  Going to post Asha's sunset for one.
Therafter / Re: Therafter Out of Game Discussion
« Last post by Gossamer on July 13, 2014, 01:28:44 PM »
Hurricane Arthur, I'm guessing?


I was going to do some checks but they were terrible...

(20:01:39) Minion: Gossamer rolls 1d20 and gets 8.
One for uhm knowledge engineering I guess. (+5)

(20:01:48) Minion: Gossamer rolls 1d20 and gets 10.
And one for profession mechanics. (+6)

Dunno if any of that is enough, I want to get started on repairing that truck on Tilly's courtyard. Get as far as I can get without spare parts/fuel etc.
Hollen's Prize / Re: A Fast Exit
« Last post by Autumn on July 13, 2014, 12:14:30 PM »
"You can leave her as she is, she's on auto for a while anyway whilst we're hyped. Are you coming to the Galley with me?" irina asked Autumn, in return she shrugged and nodded.

"After you Captain," before padding softly behind her towards the galley.

"Please, Irina will do fine until we can arrange a proper contract, if that is what you wish. After all, I still have a debt to you." Irina Entered the lift down to the crew and galley area, her hand brushing the holo-button that would send them down a deck.

 "A proper contract would be preferable, for clarity among the crew, and I would prefer the position of first mate." She admitted readily, crouching down slightly to bring her head even with Irina's

"I'm sure that we can arrange everything once we've returned the Kotiri and found a neutral shipyard and port in which to conduct repairs and apply for contracts." She told her with relaxed smile.

"You'll find our crew to be rather informal, Jerome handles everything security related, Sunny has the last word in medical matters, and I have command in regards to engineering, and more recently as first mate," Autumn gave her a toothy grin of contentment, "So the contracts need not be too complicated, given we're operating outside of federation controlled space it're more a formality anyway."

"You seem to be a very well co-ordinated group as well. Have you been flying together long?" She asked, raising an eye brow slightly.

"No, we're just awesome like that." Quan said, entering the lift as the doors hissed open, having caught her question just as the lift arrived at his level.

 "Only a few weeks, we came together under Yulo's command, he offered good terms and had a quality ship." She placed a paw against the lift railing with practiced ease, "His betrayal was an unwelcome surprise." She added with a growl of anger, accented by a flick of her tail.

Autumn nodded at Quan's comment, "We do work together rather well for a freshly blooded pack."
You only need a informal contract for me too - my word's better than a paper, and there's no one enforcing papers out here anyway." He agreed with a grin.

"In my experience contracts are mostly useful when the time comes to divide up payment there's no quarrels over how much of a percentage each individual gets, and helps everyone better understand what is expected of them as far as duties go onboard. "Beyond that..." Autumn shrugged, "It's of little worth."

Quin smiled broader, making eye contact with Irina as he spoke, "And I am a sane man - after how you dealt with the Feds, do you think I would cross you?" the pilot gave them a toothy grin. "But yeah, I agree with the pup, it serves well to pin down how to split the loot. Money won't make you happy, but I'd rather cry in a castle than on the street."

"I would suggest however captain that you set aside 25% or so of our income off the top of each profitable endeavor for necessary ship maintenance and repairs, and a further 10% for emergencies.

Irina Grinned at Quan's remark she attempted to brush aside this talk of loot and payment, "We will sort everything out soon. I plan to run a fair and equal ship, as long as all sides accept that, there won't be any problems." She paused to consider the views for a moment before continuing, "Your idea is one that I agree with Autumn, however this is something that should be properly addressed, and in the right setting. I know a good Justice that would be able to sort things amicably.

"One creatures fair and equal is anothers bare minimum, although I am in agreement to a equal share of profit split along all crew." Autumn agreed carefully, her thoughts drifting as the lift opened to the galley deck.

"That is along the lines of what I had in mind." Irina told her with a nod, hoping to conclude the difficult line of discussion before it got too technical.

 "Perfect, although I must ask a somewhat delicate question." She paused and tilted her head slightly. "Your former crew members, will anyone come looking for them now they are no longer among the living? Relatives or friends with vengeance on their mind? Others who may have a monetary claim to the vessel's ownership?"

Irina paused to consider this. They weren't good people. But even they might have those that cared for them at one time or another. "With that bunch, I doubt it. I'll sift through their remaining affects and the crew manifest. Some were alright. Others, not so much.

 "Especially those to whom they may have owed sums of credits that may not be willing to accept their death as sufficient cause to excuse their debts." She continued with a nod, walking at their side causally toward the kitchen area.

 "Not if I have anything to say about it. As the last surviving officer, ownership passes to me. She'll undergo a sharp refit and I should be able to get us new official papers too." She corrected the hound with a firm tone.

"Well, has Cherenkov paid off the Lila?" Quan interjected, "Or hasn't he told you? I knew a few fringer captains who got spaced by the mob for being behind on payment. But then, you can feed the mobsters to our little scaly friends - a win-win situation, I'd say. Leaves space a better place. Very philanthropic."

 "Delightful," Autumn growled gently, smiling at Quan's suggestion. "The repair bill to bring the Lila back into prime shape will be manageable, although a lay over at a suitable derelict shipyard in the future would be cheaper, mostly we could use a handful of cleaning drones and a steam blast of a few bulkheads where they Koriti gave birth."

"We can sort it out after they have been safely returned to their home, and for now Autumn, consider yourself firstmate until we sort things out more completely." She said, her voice holding a tone of finality that she hoped would dissuade further discussion on the topic.

Autumn bowed her head in submission, a pleased smile crossing her lips and baring her duranium fangs. "As the captain wishes, now, let us break our fast and enjoy a properly prepared meal."

"Smashing idea!" Quan agreed with a nod, confident that no matter the out come of later discussion his position as lead pilot was secure and his future bright indeed, especially with this crew watching his back.

(The previous was part of a live chat session a few days ago edited and posted here.)
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