Once the call had gone out after his initial announcement 'Vadum had set himself to assessing the current stock of weapons, armour and vehicles available to them. They had access to the GIA armoury so they had little shortage of the plasma weapons they utilized, he had managed to procure a number of crates of assorted weapons, now currently stored in the Quarter.
That done, he'd made his way to one of the many sensoriums, the simulation of a fairly typical human constructed base and training field off to one side, including a firing range for those who needed to test their aim, an obstacle course for those who wished to test their agility as well as many other such structures that could be utilized to test the abilities of those who wished to sign on. The whole installation ringed by a clearing which then expanded out into forested hills. Filling a measure of this clearing to one side sat a number of vehicles of all sorts from those familiar to the Sangheili commander to others he had only observed in passing.
Off to one side near the firing range a table arrayed with all manner of weapons, both ranged and close combat weapons sat waiting to be test and used on the range. It was here that the Sangheili Commander waited.
------------------------ [OOC: Sorry to everyone for the lateness of this, have been eaten up by Uni lately, nearly to the end of semester though, so I should have time very soon.
As to the workings of this, I'll have two main those wishing to play through the sign up process are welcome to, characters in the infantry regiment can have either 'Vadum or Roger Maxson for their sign up. Those who don't wish to play out the process are more than welcome to hand-wave it.
The second subthread will be primarly a mingling part for those who wish it. Squad listings can be found here.
The third subthread will be a non-bendytimed training thread for those who wish it.]
Through the City paced a blood elf paladin.
Well. Not paced... more like rampaged. Sword in his hands, the sin'dorei stalked darkly down the more crowded streets fronted by damaged building, walking a good sight faster than a normal constitutional should warrant.
More ominously, his face was a blank mask, but his actions spoke of absolute fury at best. Where a piece of rubble or an abandoned object stood in his way, he hacked at it with his sword until it collapsed into chunks. Where an innocent piece of structure stood out in some way along the crumbled buildings, he paused a second to gather holy energy in his hands, then with a gesture slammed it violently into that object, more often that not causing it to collapse.
In short, the paladin was not happy.
It's shaping up to be another average day on the Transmigration 9. Crew members are going about their business as usual and all is (to most appearances, at least) about as "well" as things ever are on the ship.
Some crew members are going to be stopped out of the blue by impact with a force field.
"Attention Crewmen: You have been chosen to participate in an experiment!" GLaDOS's voice informs. They're not alone, someone else that was nearby is also caught within the same narrow radius. "Participation is mandatory. Please try to relax and enjoy the experience, as this will improve the quality of the test results."Clearly this is going to be a wonderful day for science.
"You and your new scientific partner are now on a date," GLaDOS goes on. "As it would be detrimental to our study of the date experience if you were to be separated, you must remain close to your partner for the duration of the experiment. This will be enforced with the Transmigration 9 Crewman Containment Field. Prolonged exposure to the Transmigration 9 Crewman Containment Field may have unexpected side-effects. While any side-effects encountered will be documented and your desire to offer yourself to science is commendable, it is not a necessary part of this experiment."
"You will be informed when the test has been completed. We would like to thank you in advance for your full cooperation in the experiment and failure to attempt to foil it in any way."
"The experiment has begun, so you may begin dating."( OOC Notes Below Cut! )
- Tags:!status: open, aeryn sun, alendian, allenby beardsley, ankh, barbara wright, beastboy, billy cranston, carson beckett, chell, chiana, diana ladris, glados, hana asakura, hououji fuu, howard bassem, ian chesterton, jamie mccrimmon, jiraiya, kang, kanoe zouichi, kaya, maridian, ninth doctor, rainbow dash, ranulf, rimethiel, roger maxson, sandy marko, sarah kerrigan, sirius black, sofia, sonic the hedgehog, splicer, stature, terry mcginnis, the master, thom, victoria waterfield
CLOSED | SHORE LEAVEWhere:
SPACE (Space space). Technically. Summary:
Guys & Girls in tight beesuits with no pants have adventures where good guys and bad guys are so much in their set spectrum they might have good and evil headbands.Warnings:
Bees and Wasps,
It so once happened that in a Galaxy far away in the multiverse, the B's did do battle against the Evil Giant Wa'sps. The Wa'sps have been trying to destroy the B's to take their precious planetary honey reserves, but they have always managed to keep them at bay.
Until now.( [Previously, on Cosmic Bees and Beedog] )
Oftentimes, when he had nothing better to do -- which, having failed to find any role on this ship that was suitable for him, was often indeed -- Maridian came up to the Obs Deck, sat on one of the squashy meat-couches, and simply stared out into the Bleed.
The space outside the ship seemed to have hypnotic, or at least comforting, qualities about it, for times like these were one of the rare times he took off his backpacks, his weapons, and even his armor. The heavy plate disguised the fact that, under all that thick metal and padding, the elf was more slender and wiry than a human in his shape would have been.
There on the couch, he held a massive sword in his lap, tending to its needs with whetstone and honing oil. His mace and his other sword lay beside him, next in line for the attention they deserved, and from there he would doubtless move on to the armor that sat nearby.
Quiet consideration of the space through which they traveled, with only the soft rasp of stone against -- well, whatever the blade was, it probably wasn't steel. A quite sort of meditation for a fairly loud and not usually sedate paladin.
Gods could be too arrogant. Such was the case of SHODAN, who had turned the Pods into a nightmarish zone where she could freely amuse herself and torture those that had come here.
But arrogance breeds pride which breeds mistakes. Instead of killing everyone off, she had decided to do this more slowly – watch them suffer in a slow agony, and, therefore had not expected them to fight back.
It had been a lucky shot, really, one in a million, But one of the people present that day had accidentally shot a tiny, insignificant object. A tiny little drone, that, once it had been the source of the power damper, had fallen. The tables were turned, and the goddess had been forced to retreat from the pods.
Now she was on a panicked mode, not only because some of the other people on the ship had managed to work their way into her system files, using another AI to send pointless images and sounds to her, distracting her from her task, but they knew how they could defeat her and gain their powers back.
It didn't take long for the message to be sent out, as the word quickly spread. Find the tiny little creatures, and shoot them down. SHODAN couldn't work their shields properly and once they were found, it was only a short matter of time before the powers returned to an area.
It would take time, but, finally, the tide of the battle was turning on the side of the crewmen and women. In vain, she was throwing her all; even more strange robot creatures, attacking in packs, but with hope on their side, they could win this...
[OOC - OKay go for it! NPC players, feel free to NPC as many robots as you like. Players, once your powers return, feel free to make as much scrap metal as you like, no need to have people NPC for you if you just want to write tags of them kicking ass.]
- Tags:!plot: system shock, 779/splicer, alendian, allenby beardsley, aya brea, billy cranston, cedric diggory, chell, erhart, esplin 9466, hawke, hit girl, hogan bight/crucible, hououji fuu, jalith, jamie mccrimmon, john crichton, kanoe zouichi, kate bishop, kaya, lord zetta, maridian, mindf**k, morgan knight, orochimaru, pinkie pie, rachel berenson, ron stoppable, rtas 'vadum, starfire
There was only one destination in mind when the war started: work. Billy had dashed down to the transportation tubes, arriving on the first floor when he'd hit a snag: a robot swarm already assaulting the Med Bay and Special Weapons. But that wouldn't stop him: his coworkers and friends could be there, and the lab could easily hold the key to fighting back. He'd struggled and shoved his way through, roughed up very well by the time he crossed the threshold of his lab.
The hordes were closing in. Only his guns and a narrow doorway stood between Billy and death, and so far it seemed that death was gaining the upper hand. Would there ever be time to cobble together a better solution or escape? He doubted it. Not unless help arrived for them.
(ooc: Defend the laboratory? Your characters can be trapped with Billy rigging together some kind of defense system or trying to get through to him. If it gets bad, though, they might all have to escape and blow up the tech...)
- Tags:!location: special weapons, !plot: system shock, !status: open, billy cranston, clef, hana asakura, hit girl, kanoe zouichi, lash, maridian, maxine hunkel/cyclone, ronnae, ruffnut thorston
Nehaalista had enjoyed herself on the latest leave, but once back on the ship, she returned to reading documents and trying to figure out just what it was They-the-Council needed to focus on. But, eventually, even she was tired of statecraft (such as it could be called, anyway) and retreated to Hydroponics. She sat herself down heavily under a tree with brilliantly orange leaves and let the line of tension in her shoulders ease out.
With a little, noiseless sigh, Nehaalista reached out to the Light until it coiled around her like an old friend. At first tiny, then thickening lines of gold spread out along the ground around her, slowly pulsing and forming a ring of complex symbols. Her expression settled into a drowsy, peaceful one, and she did not mouth or sign her prayers.
She let the Light speak through her, until the very air around her was palpable with a feeling of rightness. Holding it for several minutes, she finally released her hold on the Light until it ebbed back into a gentle hum in the back of her mind. She took off her translating necklace and tugged idly at a long, blue curl in thought, one hoof bouncing in the air. Hiding out like this felt a little bit like playing truant from her training decades and centuries ago.
The planet Audotorel was a normally quiet and peaceful place. The world itself wasn't much different than late 20th Century earth, save for being further along with the spread of cleaner technology. Even the people weren't that much different from humans.
Stacy crew members Mar, Punchy, Jiriaya, and the Blue Beetle were sent to that world, dropped in the city of Edia Forenze, and given the mission to "Quell the trouble there." Stacy gave them no more information than that, leaving the rest to them to figure out.
Of course, that would mean that they'd have to find the trouble first. But on this rather beautiful, clear day, perhaps the rather large bolts of lightening that were crashing to the ground several blocks from them might provide a clue.
((While there's no set order, I do want the bad guy to get every third post. So it'll be someone, someone else, baddie, another someone, someone iv, baddie and so on))
After dropping off some of the crew at Balisair, it was time for the crew to set course for Lirath. The situation greeting them wasn't the most promising.
The cracked surface of the moon called Lirath was one of its most unmistakeable features. One of the three moons of the planet Kehoe, it had been terraformed and served as a settlement for a hundreds of different species, some humanoid, some not. Despite occasional class struggles, environmental issues, and speciesism blocking their way, the darker parts of Lirath's past were largely left behind, and an era of peace and tolerance had reigned for quite some time. The only problems they'd had recently were with a terrorist group whose cause for their actions had been a mystery, but they weren't tied to any particular species or social group and had been likened to a cult and had largely gone quiet in recent years.
Now the peace on the moon of Lirath had been shattered by the invasion of the Ohm.
The capital city had been destroyed. Now, all that was left of the peoples of Lirath was evacuating from one of its smaller cities, one known as Smyteval. A desert city, existing in a valley in between a rocky range of canyons and mountains, even though it was in the low ground, the natural channels of rock served as bottlenecks for any Ohm attacking from the ground.
GIA squadrons patrolled in space, locked in explosive warfare, protecting the Bleed-gate that had been activated to see the evacuated ships to the refugee world, and a shield created by massively-powerful shield generators extended around the city and up into the atmosphere, creating a shielded tunnel so ships could escape.
Word had come that there was a vital weapon to be deployed on Lirath, one that needed to be destroyed, hence why the Transmigration 9 had been called in. Given the diverse crew, and the ships that were in its hangar, there was at least someone or something on board that could blow the weapon up if it did show.
There was no sign of it yet. Right now, there was just chaos, streams of evacuees boarding ships, armies of Ohm engaged with GIA soldiers outside the shields, and forcefields that everyone hoped would hold out just a little bit longer.
The crew would be following Leon's orders but finding themselves fighting side-by-side with GIA platoons, full of various species that were currently all
getting their asses kicked severely.[ooc: STAGE 1 is now open!
Please do not tage STAGE 2 until it's announced as open as well.]
[ooc: STAGE 2 is now open!]
- Tags:!plot: lirath, 779/splicer, aibghalien marsai, alendian, angie spica, aqua, azula, beastboy, ben 10, billy cranston, brother cargn, celena vantari, devlin levin, einhart stratos, faiza hussain, gaignun kukai jr./rubedo, grif, hana asakura, hiccup, hogan bight/crucible, homura akemi, howard bassem, jalith, jamie mccrimmon, jayne cobb, kali, kang, kanoe zouichi, kaya, kon-el, lash, leon s. kennedy, mami tomoe, maridian, miranda lotto, morgan knight, negi springfield, pram, querl dox, rachel berenson, remus lupin, ren akiyama, ronnae, sarah kerrigan, sho fukamachi, shoutarou hidari, signum, soren, spider-man, starfire, supergirl, superman, tenaya, tim drake/red robin, toothless, vivio takamachi, will vandom
After receiving the warning the Tapestry
had provided them, along the order to begin preparations from Councillor Kang
, the crew had been getting ready for upcoming combat with the Ohm.
Unfortunately, the rather vague nature of the warning they received meant they had no particular way of knowing exactly when this battle would occur. Understandably, this put some of the crew on edge, but at the very least they had some prior warning that they would be facing the Ohm, rather than being thrown blind into such a dangerous situation. Combat drills, vehicle maintenance and armory inspections seemed to be regular sights for the week or so following Kang's message. Not much time to prepare, but the crew worked with what was given to them.
Eventually, however, the call came.
||Alert, Alert,|| Stacy called out throughout the ship, ||Priority One message from GIA High Command. All crew members please report to the Obs Deck. Repeat, Priority One message from GIA High Command, All crew members please report to the Obs Deck...||
Stacy kept repeating the message over and over until the crew began making their way towards the Obs Deck to receive the message.[ooc: As implied by the post, we're assuming the crew's ICly had a one-to-two week heads-up about the battle. It was supposed to be played out, but RL timing prevented this from working out. Feel free to come up with the details of your character's preparations on your own
Also, as usual, please wait for subthreads to go up before tagging in.
Edit: It's up! Feel free to start tagging in!]
- Tags:!location: obs deck, !plot: lirath, 779/splicer, aibghalien marsai, allenby beardsley, anwei ayles, applejack, aqua, astrid hoffersson, billy cranston, cagalli yula athha, celena vantari, chell, daniel jackson, dhianeila, eleventh doctor, eva, gaignun kukai jr./rubedo, hiccup, hit girl, hogan bight/crucible, howard bassem, jalith, jamie mccrimmon, kali, kang, kanoe zouichi, kaya, kon-el, lash, leon s. kennedy, lord zetta, maridian, minatsuki takami, morgan knight, rarity, remus lupin, river song, ronnae, rtas 'vadum, sakura kinomoto, sasami masaki jurai, satellizer el bridget, sonic the hedgehog (games), the master, tim drake/red robin, wheatley
For the first time since he woke up from slumber on this ship, all that arbitrary time ago, Maridian had managed to walk into a Sensorium that was not currently in use.
Not that he'd ever admit
it, but looking on the blank grey void that surrounded him, waiting for his command to read from his thoughts and memories and simulate the environment he bade it to, nostalgia and loneliness crept slowly up from the pit of his stomach, into his chest.
Azeroth was gone. He could return to it only in memory.
Maridian stood and watched, arms folded, as in response to his mental commands, the scene shifted, again, and again, and again.Falconwing Square
, where the paladin had first raised hammer and sword to cleanse... Eversong Woods
, still fraught with remnants of the Lich King's march on the Sunwell no matter how hard the Sin'dorei struggled to cleanse it. The Ghostlands
, where his blade and valor had helped earn the blood elves a place in the Horde. Ashenvale
, where he had first encountered demon lords plotting malice, and stood before the monument to Grom Hellscream. ..
The Plaguelands, Silithis, Hellfire Peninsula, Nagrand. Karazhan, Zul'Aman. The Isle of Quel'danas. Howling Fjord, Dragonblight, Icecrown Citadel, the Frozen Throne.
Memory after memory flashed through the sensorium, to fade a moment later. A reminder of what was lost.
( OOC: As well as a couple days after this log. )
After the failed attempt with Xtreme, at least in her eyes, Hoshi wondered what could be wrong with her unable to sustain the henshin for as long as she could with the other forms. Although, on one of the days where she busied herself around Stacy, she came upon the answer. Of course it had to be that! Her endurance and stamina waned because she went without a good beyblade match in months.
Sure, she trained during the mornings as well as a little bit at night, but without some good old fashioned beyblading, which was high intensity and fast paced all on its' own, she wouldn't be in her tip top shape that she normally would be.
And so, that's what led her to the Sensoriums once more. It wouldn't have the same effect as it would back home, but she would try her best to replicate it.
The walls dissipated for an arena, just like the one she found here on Stacy, but instead of just one opponent, she was up against three beybladers. Then, with a swift movement, she grabbed both her beyblade out of its' pouch and her launcher, setting the two of them up. She stood with her beyblade with the tip pointed up to the ceiling, her legs spread out. After a three second countdown, all of the beybladers released their respective beyblades into the dish, ready to give it their all.
"You can do it, Seraphiel! Show them what for!" she called out, ready to get her game backto where it was normally.
Care to watch or ask what she's doing?
( A reclusive summoner emerges )
Steeling herself for this preliminary battle, Yuna performed the most important task: creating her opponent. It stood stationary at first: twice her height, very wide, and loaded with...tentacles. Yes. A super-charged Malboro
. It was a thematic fit on this strange ship, wasn't it?
When it was ready, she sent out a quick comm ring notice to anyone in the area---if they wished to meet a giant tentacle monster with terrible breath, now was their chance! They would just have to get rid of him before he got anyone sick.
"...I will bring you down," Yuna promised her rather pungent opponent, twirling her staff in her hands and steeling herself to start the match. "I will show my strength."
Allenby rocked back and forth on her heels, frowning at the Great Wall for a couple of reasons. One, apparently the Daligig or whoever had yanked out a big chunk of the Great Wall (or one of them, given how many Earths there were) and slapped it into the City like a cheap bookcase. She wasn't big on cultural heritage preservation, but sheesh.
The second reason was that she was thinking. Next to her feet was a bag of toys: jacks, a gymnast's ribbon, a kite, spinning tops, and a few superballs. Believe or not, she was going to use these to develop a new specialty technique--just as soon as she figured out where to begin.
"Man, Nobel Gundam... I knew I shoulda asked Chibodee and George what they did to figure out theirs." She winced when she caught herself talking to her Gundam yet again, and she wasn't even in the Hangar this time... oh well. Allenby picked up the ribbon and began running, executing a technique she already knew well from piloting.
[ooc: So anyone in the Water Cooler post who wanted to do sparring/training stuff, this would be a good place to do it! :3 Or anyone else who'd like to pop in, of course.]
Now that the crisis concerning the clock and the children were over, she couldn't be more thankful. The gurgling roar that filled her mind had died down to a more manageable but similarly annoying simmer that continued to give her plenty of reason to be eternally displeased. Still, if she planned to be anything more than a lethargic shut-in, it would require her to brave the 'babbleroar'.
Mulling over her choices for some time, she eventually decided on Hydroponics and made her way there. With the minimal amount of time she'd actually spent on Earth after joining with the Superhomeys, most of her encounters with the natural world were only conjured up from the depths of her memories.
She began walking through the wide expanse of shrubs, trees and other vegetation, intent on both relaxing and rebuilding her mental imaging of how forests and jungles were actually supposed to appear.
Now that everything was over, and people regained their memories and appropriate ages, Ronnae found herself staring at the sketchpad her younger self was carrying around. She was somehow scared of opening it. Fearful that the memories would be too painful. She had, after all, done her best to not think about things while on the ship. She knew it would only bring her heartache knowing that they might or might not be in the pods and even then, would they be the same?
She sighed as she settled under the large tree that made up Nokosi's house, slumping down till she sat on the grassy floor, relaxing against the smooth bark of the tree. Placing the sketchpad on her lap, she looked at it with hesitation, maybe she'll take a peak.
So, the hostages had been rescued successfully and were recovering. The crew members affected by the clock were back to their proper age.
Sherry was back to her proper age. Something which was both a great relief and tremendously heartbreaking at the same time. He was glad she was back to being his little linefacer, but getting a chance to see her when she was so small, during all the years of her life that he hadn't been a part of.
At least he took plenty of pictures.
Though, while a couple of problems were solved, there were still plenty more to deal with. The map; whether or not the GIA set them up at NiSaris; the Ohm; replacing repodded personnel... Though he was taking a break from that now. Or was trying to, at least. Not an easy thing to do with a ton of stuff weighing on his mind.
To help clear his mind, he went down to the City (which reminded him, at some point, he needed suggest to the Council that they actually give the City a name), and at the moment was hanging upside down from a tall fence doing one sit up after another. He wasn't out of shape, still barely having an ounce of fat on him, and by no means rusty, but the rescue mission had made him realize he had been out of the field and behind a desk for too long. Being some distant, hands off executive wasn't his style. And whatever was about to come their way next, he'd need to be at his best to help.
- Tags:!location: the city, !status: open, claire redfield, dr mcninja, gaignun kukai jr./rubedo, kon-el, lash, leon s. kennedy, luis sera, maridian, sherry birkin, trudy chacon
It had been quite awhile since Sasami's little game session with Reimi and while she did have a blast playing with her, she did feel embarrassed. She shouldn't of started crying over having that much fun. Wasn't that what Reimi, Aqua and Hoshi were saying? That she should have more fun, to be a kid before she loses that chance?
It was probably why, at the moment, Sasami had parked herself by the Kohaku River after switching out of the clothes she got from Rein - not wanting them to get dirty. Now sporting a simple t-shirt and a pair of shorts, she had dipped her bare feet in the water, then sat down and laid back, letting the feeling make her relax.
She let herself get lost in her thoughts, wanting to enjoy the fun she had even more but wonder where all her training could fit in. Maybe she didn't need to train anymore, or at the very least not as hard or intently.
She closed her eyes as she continued thinking, unaware of anyone who might sneak up on her.
Billy hadn't the slightest idea how much time had passed since his rushed deal with Metronome for the Clock's destruction. He'd typed out a hurried plea for help on the omnicom network, sped off to download and review the play's script, and conjured an auditorium-like Sensorium for rehearsal. All that remained was the arrival of the cast and crew, and this probable disaster would begin.
Just what have I committed myself to? If my judgment is questionable for attempting to stage this production in just a few days, the cast...I don't foresee this ending well.
Once everything was prepared, he sent a quick message to the volunteers. They should be arriving any minute
((This is going to be subthreaded out in stages. Mingling, a place for comments from the peanut gallery, auditions/arguments, and brief rehearsal scenes. Thread out whatever you think is funniest! Final casting decisions will be happening here. I'll be on chat/AIM/Plurk during this post if you want me.
Now open for posting! Don't feel obligated to participate, we're not obsessively logging everything. This is just for comedy opportunities. Most of what I want to know is who's playing who. And it's okay to jump in even if you didn't sign up on the comm post. Everyone's welcome to audition!))
- Tags:!location: sensoriums, !status: open, aftran 942, allenby beardsley, beastboy, billy cranston, chancellor, gaignun kukai jr./rubedo, hit girl, kanoe zouichi, maridian, nightwing, sakura haruno, tenaya