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THE BLACK EYE OF SHAREF: PART TWO
Who: Everyone who signed up for it!
Where: The Eye of Sharef space trading hub
When: 24th of Februaro
In space, there is no sound. Oh, the computers in mobile armors and starfighters simulate sounds through a speaker system in order to give the pilots audio clues as to their surroundings, preventing them from being trapped in eery silence with only a radar and viewscreens for environmental awareness, but those are trumped up theater systems. In space, real space, there is no sound.
...Unless you happen to have bought, or made, some very technical force shields and hooked them up to a life support or environmental control system, trapping the atmosphere the systems have generated in an invisible energy field. Theoretically, you could link these systems together and they'd be small enough to fit on, say, a rocket-propelled spacebike.
And, technically, if you wanted to take things further, you could link multiple fields together to hear an entire gang of bikes revving and roaring through the cosmos, leaving trails of smoke behind.
Ol' Big Bee'eef Slabthrust knows this, of course, because he throttled the pencil-necked geek that tried to tell him that doing so would be stupid. His retort of "Stupidly awesome!" had gone unheard due to his audience having perished at the time. And now, all of the Jagtooth Clan had them. The biggest badasses from across the galaxy, aliens, cyborgs, things he didn't quite know about, they'd been hooked up by his vision of party, heavy music, and lots of booze.
Cruising the celestial highways, they parked where they wanted, smoked what they found, and did as they pleased. And now, with the Eye of Sharef dangling in front of him like a jewel, he looked upon it and found it... Quiet. Too quiet. Even with the dozens of engines puttering along behind him, he could practically hear the silence as people went along their lives in there. Probably shopping for rats and frilly clothing. Bee'eef Slabthrust hated frills. Unless they were flying off of someone.
Lowering his macro-viewers, he leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms. Twelve feet of green muscle, yellowed tusks, and an impressive, meter-long pompadour had made his the most feared profile in seven systems. And it was about to be one more. "Well, boys. We came here to see what it's like. And, me, I ain't much other than your boss, but I think this place is fuckin' boring!" Reaching down, he plucked the nitro-lance off of the side of his bike, an explosive tip already in place. "So why don't we go on down and show these Sharef how the Jagtooths run things!"
And, with a series of whoops that were only barely covered by the roar of engines, the Jagtooths charged.
Of course, no one inside would realize this, unless they happened to be watching a window. Their first hint of anything being wrong would probably be the klaxons, which start, sputter, and then fade away as if they'd never sounded. But then they'd be replaced by the roar of engines and a furious flurry of flashing fangs and raunchy war cries filled the air. The space bikers certainly moved swiftly, with lances shattering the crystalline security guards and ancient slugthrowers mixed with lethal-looking energy weapons mean that, without resistance, the thugs would soon have their way with the trading hub! They didn't seem too interested in going out of their way to kill anyone that wasn't security, but they certainly weren't picky.
[Okay, and cut to the action! A few dozen space bikers have just slammed through the walls of the station and have taken over! Auto-repair systems will keep the station from becoming a vacuum, but on-station security can't handle these horrible hellions!
How screwed are you? Are you more than screwed? Are you even capable of fighting back? We don't mind if you take control of some of the NPCs now. Protect some, party with the bikers, fight, whatever. But keep in mind that some of them may be mod controlled! If you've got a specific thread you want mod-controlled NPCs to barge on in, please make a note of it. Likewise if you've got something in mind and don't want us to ruin your carefully-laid out plans.]
Where: The Eye of Sharef space trading hub
When: 24th of Februaro
In space, there is no sound. Oh, the computers in mobile armors and starfighters simulate sounds through a speaker system in order to give the pilots audio clues as to their surroundings, preventing them from being trapped in eery silence with only a radar and viewscreens for environmental awareness, but those are trumped up theater systems. In space, real space, there is no sound.
...Unless you happen to have bought, or made, some very technical force shields and hooked them up to a life support or environmental control system, trapping the atmosphere the systems have generated in an invisible energy field. Theoretically, you could link these systems together and they'd be small enough to fit on, say, a rocket-propelled spacebike.
And, technically, if you wanted to take things further, you could link multiple fields together to hear an entire gang of bikes revving and roaring through the cosmos, leaving trails of smoke behind.
Ol' Big Bee'eef Slabthrust knows this, of course, because he throttled the pencil-necked geek that tried to tell him that doing so would be stupid. His retort of "Stupidly awesome!" had gone unheard due to his audience having perished at the time. And now, all of the Jagtooth Clan had them. The biggest badasses from across the galaxy, aliens, cyborgs, things he didn't quite know about, they'd been hooked up by his vision of party, heavy music, and lots of booze.
Cruising the celestial highways, they parked where they wanted, smoked what they found, and did as they pleased. And now, with the Eye of Sharef dangling in front of him like a jewel, he looked upon it and found it... Quiet. Too quiet. Even with the dozens of engines puttering along behind him, he could practically hear the silence as people went along their lives in there. Probably shopping for rats and frilly clothing. Bee'eef Slabthrust hated frills. Unless they were flying off of someone.
Lowering his macro-viewers, he leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms. Twelve feet of green muscle, yellowed tusks, and an impressive, meter-long pompadour had made his the most feared profile in seven systems. And it was about to be one more. "Well, boys. We came here to see what it's like. And, me, I ain't much other than your boss, but I think this place is fuckin' boring!" Reaching down, he plucked the nitro-lance off of the side of his bike, an explosive tip already in place. "So why don't we go on down and show these Sharef how the Jagtooths run things!"
And, with a series of whoops that were only barely covered by the roar of engines, the Jagtooths charged.
Of course, no one inside would realize this, unless they happened to be watching a window. Their first hint of anything being wrong would probably be the klaxons, which start, sputter, and then fade away as if they'd never sounded. But then they'd be replaced by the roar of engines and a furious flurry of flashing fangs and raunchy war cries filled the air. The space bikers certainly moved swiftly, with lances shattering the crystalline security guards and ancient slugthrowers mixed with lethal-looking energy weapons mean that, without resistance, the thugs would soon have their way with the trading hub! They didn't seem too interested in going out of their way to kill anyone that wasn't security, but they certainly weren't picky.
[Okay, and cut to the action! A few dozen space bikers have just slammed through the walls of the station and have taken over! Auto-repair systems will keep the station from becoming a vacuum, but on-station security can't handle these horrible hellions!
How screwed are you? Are you more than screwed? Are you even capable of fighting back? We don't mind if you take control of some of the NPCs now. Protect some, party with the bikers, fight, whatever. But keep in mind that some of them may be mod controlled! If you've got a specific thread you want mod-controlled NPCs to barge on in, please make a note of it. Likewise if you've got something in mind and don't want us to ruin your carefully-laid out plans.]