Test your might... Test your might....

[meat_mooks]

||Attention. Attention. Volunteers are requested for a mission. This mission will require active combat in a controlled environment against other sentient beings as well as fellow crew members. No fatalities are expected. Successful participation may be rewarded with increased personal power. Successful completion will result in increased resources for crew usage. Volunteers report to the Observation Deck.||



Planet Designation: Arena Planet LXIII
Status: Artifically created.
Non-sentient life: Moderate flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: None native. Multiple species have been imported post-creation.
Sentient Life: None native. Substantial extraterrestrial tourism.
Water: 25% of the planet's surface.

Climate: Multiple individual biomes maintained artificially.
Landscape: Varies by biome.
Air: Normoxic concentration: 29% oxygen, 60% nitrogen, 3% xenon, 6% trace gases, such as hydrogen, krypton, and argon. Atmosphere is artificially maintained.

Air Pressure: 12.7 pounds per square inch.
Sky: Indigo with white clouds.
Sun: Class K1V

Warnings: Artificially created.

Mission: Participate in combat-oriented tournament.

Comments

[punchedoutdestiny]

There's a light growl, then he jabs a finger up at the screen. "That's all well and good, but don't you think you should've checked with us first?!"

[meat_mooks]

|| No mission has an acceptable loss condition. This one is no different. ||

[doctorbatman]

"Don't get so bent out of shape. It's not like we're going to lose." Doc said, waving a hand toward Simon in a 'calm the heck down' sort of way.

"This is gonna be a peice of cake."

[punchedoutdestiny]

Simon sighs, then stuffs his hands in his pockets. "It's not that, it's the principle of offering that stuff up first without us knowing."

[shroudedintent]

It's at that point that 'Vadum steps over and speaks up, he doesn't seem all too pleased at the offer without knowledge but understanding the reasons it must be done. "We require the resources that are on offer, that we must put forth a measure of our own at risk is no different than any other aspect of war, we shall see it through nonetheless,"

He turns his armoured head to peer down to Simon, "Had we known, it is likely we would have done no differently, we shall not fail,"

[punchedoutdestiny]

He peers back up at 'Vadum, expression stern. "I know all of that, Commander," he answers, then sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Guess I got a little fixated on us not knowing beforehand."

(OOC: Mind if I cut in?)

[electricman]

Cole had been mingling when he overheard the argument between the blue-haired guy and what sounded like Stacy.

He was a little surprised when he saw the alien thing but only showed it with some slight eyebrow movement. And was actually more surprised by the doctor with the ninja mask.

He got a better idea of what was being said after hearing, "...Commander, guess I got a little fixated on us not knowing beforehand."

Ooh boy. Cole knew exactly what it was like to be on the receiving end of not knowing stuff only for it to blow up in his face.

"Sorry to interupt," he did, "but, what didn't you know before." More information he had, less likely he would be caught off guard.

Not at all!

[punchedoutdestiny]

Simon turned to the man addressing him. "That a fair amount of our own resources and weapons have been staked on us succeeding at this mission."

Re: Not at all!

[electricman]

Ah. Yeah he could see someone getting pissed at that.

"So, basically we lose, we lose a chunk of the ship. We win, and it gets upgraded?"

Cole was more annoyed than angry, but could understand. (OOC: At first, Cole's anger comes during the fights. So don't let him know about the power thing.)

[punchedoutdestiny]

Simon nods. "Pretty much. More a chunk of our stuff than a literal piece of the ship, but the idea's the same." He sighs. "If you're willing and able, I'd advise participation. The more people we put into this, the better our chances of winning."