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Entry tags:
- !location: planetside,
- !location: sensoriums,
- !plot: steampunk cowboys,
- !status: open,
- aeryn sun,
- allenby beardsley,
- applejack,
- ashley j. williams,
- cazali,
- chell,
- daniel jackson,
- eleventh doctor,
- elisa maza,
- erhart,
- gaignun kukai jr./rubedo,
- ian chesterton,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- john crichton,
- kang,
- kanoe zouichi,
- maxine hunkel/cyclone,
- rachel berenson,
- red xiii (nanaki),
- tetsuwan atom/astro boy,
- the master,
- tim drake/red robin,
- vala mal doran,
- wakka,
- wheatley
Shore Leave: Geartopia [Open to All]
||Attention all crewmen, shore leave is now in progress, attention crewmen, shore leave is now in progress...||
Stacy's voiced called the entire crew, until all of them were gathered at the Obs Deck. Then, a dossier appeared on the screens, along with the image of a rotating planet.
Planet Designation: Geartopia
Status: Terrestrial, H-class.
Non-sentient life: Extensive flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: Yes.
Sentient Life: Homo Sapiens, Homo Animalia, Machina Erectus.
Water: 20.6% of the planet's surface.
Climate: Earth-like, Arid desert
Landscape: 70% Desert..
Air: Normoxic concentration.
Air Pressure: 101.3 kPa (kilopascals) = 14.7 psi (pounds per square inch)
Sky: Blue
Sun: A class G2V, yellow star.
Warnings: Wildlife, humanoids and plant-life can be hazardous.
Nomalanga has given us a map with which areas to avoid.
Mission: Shore leave, and preparing for an attack in a few days, planet's time. Nomalanga has promised food, clothing and animals in exchange for your cooperation in aiding her.
Once, long ago, Geartopia was built by aliens visiting the planet and granting intelligence to some native species. Of course you wouldn't know this apart from the giant black obsidian monoliths humming precariously outside of town. They are formed in a circle formation that might remind those who come from earth of Stonehenge, only built out of a much more study device. This is what Nomalanga used to contact you. The rocks cannot be moved and any attacks on them will be useless. The Wild Ones will come out of the forest at night, leaving a trace of plants as they go back and fro their own forest. The technology the elder aliens left them allows for contact with Stacy but otherwise there is nothing futuristic going on on the planet - the aliens wanted it this way and for the most part the population respects this.
All except Snidley and his goons, of course. Thankfully most of them have gone into hiding once their plot was found out. In fact, Nomalanga and those still loyal to her are busy working on making this planned attack, and getting the townspeople ready for it.
You can also find a few remains of their culture scattered around the land in the form of large stone carvings around the town, in between a wooden tavern bar or used as a sort of tribute, covered in dry plants. Most of the area is dry and arid, with very tiny grass and shrubs growing over the hill, and, strangely enough, an area from town that is densely populated by forest. Few dare go in, due to it being the territory of the Wild Ones.
As you walk around, you notice that the technology is steampunk with a cowboy flare; there is one train that comes from the towns every morning at 6am and leaves at 9pm. Horses can be rented for a price (some normal, some like this), chariot rides as well. Gears and dark clothing seem to be the norm, possibly due that their source of leather. The inhabitants are mostly humans, humanoid animals, alien natives and steampunk robots.
But enough of that, let's see what you can do here:
- Saloon and bars of all sizes, most comically named with an object, and a color. You can find all sorts of them across town, but those on the western side are more sympathetic towards Snidley and hate strangers with a passion. Do not go there unless you're ready to fight a few of them.
They do, however, have the best drinks, and card games.
There are hotels with gear pianos playing wistful tunes as you drink hard liquor made from cactus juice, honey and barley. The honey wine is especially prized and costly.
There is also a small carnival with steampunk and old west fair, sugar and cactus fruit pies, whole animals roasted over open pits, musicians, and a single wooden coaster. It's not much, but the food is excellent.
Be careful, however. The cactus fruit does cause stomach aches for most people not native to this world. Think of it much like lactos intolerance. It's a chance you take eating it. However if you do, it tastes much like an orange, strawberry and a banana were put together in a blender.
As thanks for helping her out, anyone stepping into the city is given by the mayoress as part of her exchange bartering price, one cowboy hat (all brown), one pair of steampunk goggles, a steampunk vest, and, most importantly, one part of leathersnake steampunk boots. This is a gift for anyone who is just visiting to blend with the locals and to prove she's honest about her dealings. As if it wasn't obvious after the first mission, in any case. She'll need your strange and powerful manpower in the upcoming days.
And hey, if you're up to it, you can help with a little cleanup. After all most people here don't know your skills. However, it's also calm and quiet in the farms. You want to do some honest work for a day, they'll give you some of their seeds in exchange. The system seems to be based more on services and barter than any money.
There is still currency and Stacy has given you a few golden coins, spend them wisely. A few farms are opened up to sleep for free, if you don't mind being with the animals.
The General store has steampunk items for sale, but most of them are much too expensive for anyone on the ship to by. You can try to barter.
Oh and news travels fast. Cause problems, and Nomalanga won't be too happy about it.
[OKAY ALL DONE GO FOR IT. You are also free to create additional places, to post your own private logs involving the town! Contact me if you need extra information about Geartopia either via PM to things_go_boom's account or by AIM, I'll be happy to answer. NPC goons if you want to do a bunch of bar fights, just think typical cowboy stuff. Shore leave will last until the 31st and players can go to and from the ship to the city each day, so you can have your characters stay for a day or two and then come back.
People in the miniplots, the mini plots will start up in a few days! There will also be a general fight for anyone who wants to join in on the 29th. Thank you and enjoy yourselves!]
Stacy's voiced called the entire crew, until all of them were gathered at the Obs Deck. Then, a dossier appeared on the screens, along with the image of a rotating planet.
Planet Designation: Geartopia
Status: Terrestrial, H-class.
Non-sentient life: Extensive flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: Yes.
Sentient Life: Homo Sapiens, Homo Animalia, Machina Erectus.
Water: 20.6% of the planet's surface.
Climate: Earth-like, Arid desert
Landscape: 70% Desert..
Air: Normoxic concentration.
Air Pressure: 101.3 kPa (kilopascals) = 14.7 psi (pounds per square inch)
Sky: Blue
Sun: A class G2V, yellow star.
Warnings: Wildlife, humanoids and plant-life can be hazardous.
Nomalanga has given us a map with which areas to avoid.
Mission: Shore leave, and preparing for an attack in a few days, planet's time. Nomalanga has promised food, clothing and animals in exchange for your cooperation in aiding her.
Once, long ago, Geartopia was built by aliens visiting the planet and granting intelligence to some native species. Of course you wouldn't know this apart from the giant black obsidian monoliths humming precariously outside of town. They are formed in a circle formation that might remind those who come from earth of Stonehenge, only built out of a much more study device. This is what Nomalanga used to contact you. The rocks cannot be moved and any attacks on them will be useless. The Wild Ones will come out of the forest at night, leaving a trace of plants as they go back and fro their own forest. The technology the elder aliens left them allows for contact with Stacy but otherwise there is nothing futuristic going on on the planet - the aliens wanted it this way and for the most part the population respects this.
All except Snidley and his goons, of course. Thankfully most of them have gone into hiding once their plot was found out. In fact, Nomalanga and those still loyal to her are busy working on making this planned attack, and getting the townspeople ready for it.
You can also find a few remains of their culture scattered around the land in the form of large stone carvings around the town, in between a wooden tavern bar or used as a sort of tribute, covered in dry plants. Most of the area is dry and arid, with very tiny grass and shrubs growing over the hill, and, strangely enough, an area from town that is densely populated by forest. Few dare go in, due to it being the territory of the Wild Ones.
As you walk around, you notice that the technology is steampunk with a cowboy flare; there is one train that comes from the towns every morning at 6am and leaves at 9pm. Horses can be rented for a price (some normal, some like this), chariot rides as well. Gears and dark clothing seem to be the norm, possibly due that their source of leather. The inhabitants are mostly humans, humanoid animals, alien natives and steampunk robots.
But enough of that, let's see what you can do here:
- Saloon and bars of all sizes, most comically named with an object, and a color. You can find all sorts of them across town, but those on the western side are more sympathetic towards Snidley and hate strangers with a passion. Do not go there unless you're ready to fight a few of them.
They do, however, have the best drinks, and card games.
There are hotels with gear pianos playing wistful tunes as you drink hard liquor made from cactus juice, honey and barley. The honey wine is especially prized and costly.
There is also a small carnival with steampunk and old west fair, sugar and cactus fruit pies, whole animals roasted over open pits, musicians, and a single wooden coaster. It's not much, but the food is excellent.
Be careful, however. The cactus fruit does cause stomach aches for most people not native to this world. Think of it much like lactos intolerance. It's a chance you take eating it. However if you do, it tastes much like an orange, strawberry and a banana were put together in a blender.
As thanks for helping her out, anyone stepping into the city is given by the mayoress as part of her exchange bartering price, one cowboy hat (all brown), one pair of steampunk goggles, a steampunk vest, and, most importantly, one part of leathersnake steampunk boots. This is a gift for anyone who is just visiting to blend with the locals and to prove she's honest about her dealings. As if it wasn't obvious after the first mission, in any case. She'll need your strange and powerful manpower in the upcoming days.
And hey, if you're up to it, you can help with a little cleanup. After all most people here don't know your skills. However, it's also calm and quiet in the farms. You want to do some honest work for a day, they'll give you some of their seeds in exchange. The system seems to be based more on services and barter than any money.
There is still currency and Stacy has given you a few golden coins, spend them wisely. A few farms are opened up to sleep for free, if you don't mind being with the animals.
The General store has steampunk items for sale, but most of them are much too expensive for anyone on the ship to by. You can try to barter.
Oh and news travels fast. Cause problems, and Nomalanga won't be too happy about it.
[OKAY ALL DONE GO FOR IT. You are also free to create additional places, to post your own private logs involving the town! Contact me if you need extra information about Geartopia either via PM to things_go_boom's account or by AIM, I'll be happy to answer. NPC goons if you want to do a bunch of bar fights, just think typical cowboy stuff. Shore leave will last until the 31st and players can go to and from the ship to the city each day, so you can have your characters stay for a day or two and then come back.
People in the miniplots, the mini plots will start up in a few days! There will also be a general fight for anyone who wants to join in on the 29th. Thank you and enjoy yourselves!]
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He looks at her, and says, very quietly, "How do you wish to live, then?" He looks to the people of the world, and gestures towards them with a gauntlet-clad hand.
"As the people here do?"
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"Sometimes I wonder what having a normal life would be like is all. I have a feeling that I too wouldn't know what to do if everything was peaceful all the time..." After all, it had been combat and the Nova war that seperated her from a life she feared and hated.
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He hesitates, looking her up and down, "And people like yourself, as well. Tell me, Satellizer El Bridget. How do you fight?"
Erhart's answer is obvious. Even in the silly cowboy clothing, an enormous pistol, far too large for standard human hands, is holstered at one hip, and the other hip has an enormous hand and a half sword sheathed against it. For him, as with every Space Marine going back to the days of the Primarchs, he denies his foe first and foremost with bolter and blade.
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At the question however, she looked back to him and figured he seemed like the type she could trust with information such as her fighting capabilities since it seemed as if he was vastly trained and a new part of the crew.
"I'm a Pandora, and while there are some ranged fighters amongst us, the vast majority focuses on close-quarter's combat with melee weapons we create ourselves. Each Pandora's body materializes a specific weapon for their types. I use a bladed weapon called Nova Blood."
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"If you wish to train, and are in need of challenging opponents, I can provide some of the foes from my own world for you in the Sensorium."
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She gave a respectful nod towards him before speaking.
"I would be grateful for such an opportunity. Any chance at increasing my skills and strength is very much welcome."
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He looks around the town, obviously uneasy. "And now... what to do until then? Aside from walk around and stare at the strange local inhabitants, I am unsure what to do in a place like this."
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At the inquiry, she turned back to the town, giving it a long look. While she was not the social type, relaxing in a small place like this wasn't unknown to her.
"Usually you shop around for supplies you might need, or simple items that you enjoy. You can also check their entertainment if they have any or explore the area or inquire about oddities in the world. Sometimes you can surprise yourself with some useful information."
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Which shows just how alien the Astartes is, in some ways. To him the food is nothing more than fuel for his body. The idea of taste doesn't even factor into things for him.
".... I have wondered, though. Why is our ship kept in such strategic darkness? We have been told of a war, and a foe, but our allies keep a great deal from us. You... appear to have been here longer. Can you account for why we are kept at arms length?"
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"Honestly, that is something that upsets me. You'd think that with such a dangerous foe, we would be in constant communication with each other. Making strategic decisions, planning out things, heavens, even working together would be a nice change of pace to the usual silence we receive from them."
It was clear that it was something that she had given much thought to.
"As far as I've been here, there had been only two times where we've met. During the assault on Lirath, in which they were mainly dying and we came in to help. So there wasn't much time to question them. And the second time was when they boarded the ship to make repairs and even then, the two bigger representatives where always being guarded and shadowed, while the workers either knew nothing, or acted as if they weren't allowed to say anything."
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Erhart is quiet a moment, thinking unhappily of the Eldar present amongst the ships crew. Masters of manipulation, even now.
"Have these concerns been voiced to the command structure of the ship? Have they been addressed in a council of war?"
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She paused for a moment and sighed, "So either they are just in the dark as we are. Or the information is on a Need to Know basis." Which granted, she was used to. She was part of a special military herself.
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"I am unused to being kept in the dark. To properly utilize Astartes such as myself and Cargn we need more information. We are strategic assets being used as tactical weapons, and this is wasteful."
His gauntleted fists clench and flex for a moment, then he shakes his head and looks back to Satellizer.
"Who was it you overhead saying they had spoken to the Daligig?" That might be a good place to start, he concluded.
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She shared his feelings on the matter however. Pandoras were just that. Weapons to be used against the Novas in the Nova war. And now that the enemy had shifted, she'd be used against these Ohm. And that was something she was more than fine with.
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She offered a respectful nod and looked up to him.
"I do hope I can continue being of help. While I don't speak much, it doesn't mean I don't have my full devotion to our cause and my full desire to work alongside others to fight our enemy. So if you ever desire to do as such, you may contact me over the comms."
Again, another first for her since she had arrived in the ship.
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"I will contact you, in time, if nothing else to meet you in the sensorium for training."
He slides his helmet back on after a moment, his voice again muffled and static-sounding. "But for now, I shall take my leave. I will be seeking out this Kang, perhaps he has come down to the planet." He bows to her, his armor making a dull growl as he does so, the servomotors compensating for and assisting the movement.
"Good day to you, Satellizer El Bridget. The Emperor protects."
He turns to leave, but doesn't stride off so quickly she can't bid him a farewell if she so desires. He may be abrupt, but he's not trying to be purposefully rude.
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"Good day to you as well Sir Erhart Ritter."
That was a name she would keep in mind. It seemed to be one of the few who had managed to make her feel comfortable enough to speak with. Which were very few mind you.