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2014-04-30 11:18

[instead of her face, she puts up an image of herself, old but still suitable for now. she'll need to make a new one soon.]

Apparently travelling through dimensions can block out memories. Really important ones, as a matter of fact. I don't know how many people this might have happened to, but it's new information for all of us to keep in mind.

[she pauses, almost ending there but deciding it can't hurt to ask.]

On a different note, if anyone has the capacity to fly and would like someone to come with them when they do, I'd be happy to. I've found it's a lot more enjoyable with friends.

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2014-04-10 10:02

abtakha

[A rather harrowed looking Cassie appears. She's got the feels virus but bad and is barely holding herself together. She seems to not have slept in a while.]

Hey uh...It's your responsibility to watch your backs and all, but just in case you had an attack of the tonto, I checked in with a source and noone from Hyperion came through this time. Thought you oughta know.

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2014-03-19 20:16

tinywife

[Hello Crux Fleet! Have a Pinoko! She's figured out how to work the communicator, so this might be a little dangerous. Maybe. Pinoko has got to stop looking for friends in all the wrong places.]

Hello everyone! My name is Pinoko!

Since Mr. Quark opened his bar, and he has karaoke, I was wondering if anyone wanted to go sing with me? They have games, and drinks, and all sorts of stuff! It's no fun to go to karaoke alone, but if you don't want to sing that's okay!

[No guarantees that Pinoko wouldn't try to get you to sing if you went with her though. But you at least have assurances that she won't laugh if you do!]

Karaoke is two nights a week. Who is up for it?

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2014-03-19 18:05

newtralizer

Hey everyone! [this is probably said much louder than is necessary for the communicators, apologies for any speaker distortion] I'm Newt, I'm new and I'm in space! You're in space! This is the coolest thing. I never thought that I'd be up here among the stars and such, but now that I am, I'm pretty sure I just want to roll around in zero gravity.

Where are you guys from? I was last living on Earth, Hong Kong if we're being exact. I was born in Germany though, lived there for a while and also lived in America 'cause I've got American parents. Round round get around, right?

I'm a biologist and signed up for the science team so hard. Fellow nerds, hit me up!

Was this too much like a speed dating profile? I don't like long walks. Beaches can stay.

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2014-02-25 22:04

crux_npcs

Who: Everyone who signed up for it!
Where: The Eye of Sharef space trading hub
When: 24th of Februaro

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[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.]

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2014-02-21 18:51

crux_npcs

Who: Everyone who signed up for it!
Where: The Eye of Sharef space trading hub
When: 21st of Februaro

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[So, here's the opening part of The Black Eye of Sharef event. If you haven't heard of it, I strongly suggest reading up on it. If you join, you cannot simply back out as your characters will not be on any Fleet vessels just yet, so be sure before you sign up. However, we'll not prevent anyone from backtagging or simply claiming new threads took place before they left.

I request that as many posts regarding this be kept to the marked event posts as possible. However, as long as the main community doesn't get flooded, we won't be preventing anyone from posting outside. Note that as long as they are separate from the Fleet from this great a distance, their Network posts can only reach each other. The Fleet itself is simply out of range.

For this first part, the mods will be largely hands off. Don't go crazy with the NPCs, but we're probably not going to be spending a lot of time writing NPC comments for Part One.]

2014-02-17 20:13

velveteened

( when the feed clicks on, oz draws himself up with a (ridiculous) imperious look and puffed out chest, pointing into the camera with all the grandiosity a small sixteen year old boy can manage.

it's not a whole lot, but he makes the effort anyway. )

I have a very important question for everyone! ( clearly it must be something of great import! he certainly believes so. ) You should tell me about your most favorite place in the world —

( falters and frowns. ) though I suppose that'd be too limited when we're in a place like this, wouldn't it? Then...

— what's your most favorite place anywhere, and why!

( he should probably explain what his is, or at least explain why he's so curious or maybe why he's being so demanding about it, but he just cuts the feed. )

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2014-02-04 19:45

blight_phoenix

-Sup fleet network. If this is your first experience with ECHO Casting, don't be alarmed by the rudimentary, semi-holographic video you are being presented with. It's just how the thing works. It ain't pretty, but it will get the point across.-

Greetings. After a conversation with Ensign Navarro, and conversation among ourselves, myself and my fellow Vault Hunters have decided to make our services available to the fleet at large. There are a few words to describe what we do. Freelancers. Odd jobbers. Mercenaries…

Don't forget badasses. -Time for the small redhead to chime in.-

Let's be honest here, we're all pretty much amazing at everything we do, ass-kicking included. So if you think about it, this kind of a great opportunity for you guys, our faithful ECHO subscribers!

-Whoops, old habits die hard.-

I mean, potential clients, or something.

POTENTIAL REPAIRMEN OF THE MEAT BICYCLE!

-And then there was that guy. Who seems to just flail himself around when he speaks. Well, speak’s not a good word for it. Scream is.-

Right… all of that… Anyways, we are offering ourselves for private security, fetch quests, walking your dog, anything you can think of. We’ll do it, if the price is right.

COME ON DOOOOOOOWN! YOU’RE THE NEXT CONTESTANT! YOU SHOW US THE GREEN AND WE’LL SHOW YOU OUR MEAN.

-The redhead looks at him, then back at their audience- Isn’t this guy great?

Now, I realize that some of you have never even heard of us before. So. Hello to you, my adoring new subscribers! I’m essentially the greatest engineer ever. See this arm? -Gaige lifts up her left arm, which is entirely robotic.- Built it myself after I hacked off the original.

How freakin’ metal is that?

It’s… pretty metal. I mean literally metal. Ahem. -Maya awkwardly clears her throat.- I’m Maya. Hi. Uh… I’m a Siren? So there’s that. I can do cool… Siren… stuff… -And obviously still lacks experience with addressing a crowd-

AND I’M THE CONDUCTOR OF THE POOP TRAAAAAIN!!! [Close enough…]

And that’s Krieg. Say hi Krieg.

I’D RATHER SNORT A KNIFE INTO MY BRAIN!

O-okay, well… um… Yeah. That’s us. Vault Hunters for hire.

-Maya quickly kills the feed before things get even more out of hand.-

[[ ooc: blue is Maya, orange is Gaige, and red is Krieg. Replies will come from all three, some threads may be jumped around in. And a reminder that people cannot hear Krieg's [inner voice], so have at them! ]]

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2014-02-02 12:25

crux_npcs

Early in the morning, everyone's comm devices start jangling in pleasant tones, marking a new message. It's text, posted over the network, and at the top is an official looking seal, featuring the rotating pyramid that seems to be the Confederacy's symbol.

So, I hear you people woke up yesterday. Congratulations. I'm sorry you had to deal with that simpering incompetent, Baker. Allow me to illuminate you so that you can better appreciate your situation. It is 0458 A.C. That's After Confederation, marking the date in which humanity, the Dorfs, and the Jool chose to band together for power, security, and knowledge. By old Earth calendars, that puts us somewhere near the end of the 27th Century, but I don't know exactly when. Ancient history is not my area of expertise and we had multiple calendar changes before settling on an interstellar standard. I am Thaddeus T. Thrax III, deputy mayor of the Teuberg, the mighty cityship on which you stand. The city in which you now live is in a ship sixty miles across, with layers bringing our great vessel up to thirty miles in height. At the time of this writing, it houses some five hundred thousand souls. We are a great city, born and bred to colonize brave new worlds and explore unseen frontiers. The mayor, the honorable Ms. Maria Masters, will address you when we've finished this latest round of memorial services. Fleet Admiral Bulsara may also address you. Do not try to address him first. You have been given two months to examine this city, see its needs, and decide where you fit in. Will you join the government? Perhaps you'd rather see what lower-level employment there is, such as becoming a baker or working at a market? Furthering your education is highly suggested and, unlike some more primitive cultures, we respect students and will provide you with living expenses as you work. As a note, this will be mandatory for citizens up to the age of sixteen, our legal limit for adulthood. I should also bring up that we do allow apprenticeships for our younger citizens and guests, should they decide on an employment track they desire early on. Scholarly pursuits and regular life too boring for you? Fair enough. There is always the military, of course. We just lost thirty of those brave souls in a skirmish yesterday, I'm sure the recruiters will be happy to hear from you. We have tracks for Medical, Command, Engineering, Security/Infantry, Pilots, and Science. That said, you will still be expected to go through training. It will not be easy but after a few swift weeks, you too can go to interesting new places, meet fascinating new people, and pray to whatever God you worship that they don't speak with acid rainbows. Some of them do. I've met them. Of course, not everyone will want such a rigid, disciplined life. You can hardly be blamed, the military isn't for everyone. But if you still want to defend this city, you may wish to join the militia. Civilian operated, funded, and supplied, the militias of old Earth traditionally answered to the county or the Count, with no connection to the military. Here, though, the military is in command. The militia will have a military liason, but you will not have to follow the same strict discipline of our men and women in uniform. You will deploy when they say and do your utmost to follow their orders in a combat situation, but the rest is up to you. God help us. Of course, if you want off this ship, there are plenty of other jobs other than fighting. We are always on the lookout for skilled farmers, educators, diplomats, pilots, traders, and asteroid miners! Plus, we will provide training for any of these jobs. We have two agricultural vessels available, and they could use all the help they get. Or, if you fancy yourself some kind of pop star or athlete, you could try for a job in the entertainment sector. I should warn you that competition is stiff. I could not in good conscience honestly suggest any of those jobs. The more irritating among you might be asking now, "What if we don't want to help out? We didn't ask to come here." Well, we certainly would regret it if you felt that way, as we are doing our best to help you fit in and return you safely to your homes. However, after two months we'll no longer have the resources or the patience to assist you. We will drop you off at the nearest inhabitable planet or neutral space station and leave you there. Ultimately, I hope it won't come to that. I wish for you to be as happy and productive as any average citizen. We will do our utmost to reverse the accident that brought you here, and it is my hope that when you do, you leave our universe a richer person than you entered it. Your servant, Thaddeus T. Thrax III Deputy Mayor

2014-02-01 15:58

crux_mods

Whatever your activities before, they're interrupted by a sudden lurching feeling, like someone's put a hook into the pit of your very being and yanked. There's a brief burst, a brilliantly twisting tunnel? And then silence. Stars fill your vision, along with bodies, machines, and not much else before everything mercifully goes black. The shock of it, more than the lack of air.

And then, there's sound. There's not much at first. Beeping. Lots of beeping. Some of it is irritatingly loud, and apparently it's the cause of a lot of excitement. When vision returns, the first thing to note would be alien writing blinking in your field of vision, displayed on a monitor or a clear bubble somewhere. Alien, but familiar enough for you to read "Awakening". Whatever that means, you're apparently not alone, as people in black and white uniforms are rushing through the large room you're in, the room filled with people hooked up to all kinds of machines. Of course, some of them don't look entirely like people.

All of a sudden, a haggered face fills your field of vision. "Great Shades of Elvis! Another one! Look, please remain calm." The poor nurse turns and starts to fiddle with some of the machines surrounding you. "There's been an accident, but you're okay. Try to stay quiet and don't disturb the other patients. Someone will be with you in a moment." They turn away to shout across the room, as if that wouldn't disturb anyone. "Hoi, Oglaf! Mark this one as alive so Security can take them for the briefing!" He gestures at some official looking people in red and black uniforms assisting other patients into wheelchairs. "Just flag one of them down, they'll take you to the briefing. We'll explain everything. Just don't panic, you're in good hands." He grins and pats your shin. "Welcome to the Fleet, eh? 'scume, someone else is starting to budge and I gotta make sure it's not some poor sot swallowed his tongue again." With that, he leaves you alone with your thoughts and the bright lights.

[Medical Arrival | Hangar Arrival | Briefing | Post-Briefing 1 | Post-Briefing 2]

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003 - Karaoke Time!

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THE BLACK EYE OF SHAREF: PART TWO

THE BLACK EYE OF SHAREF: PART ONE

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