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[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.
poop_train_conductor: (close enough)
[Anyone that knows Krieg or has even slightly encountered him in the past will know something is very, very wrong. He's...normal. There's no strength to his voice and no screaming. It's weird.

When he speaks, his voice is measured and even. The logical, sane piece of his personality that fractured long ago seems to have come back. Of course, it's because he's infected, but take this for a moment.]


I don't know what's happened or why I'm in control, but hello. My name is Krieg. I am a Vault hunter, better understood as a mercenary. I don't expect this last and I don't expect anyone to even want to talk to me once...whatever this is is fixed. I'm just trying to clarify things before I lose control again.

[He seems to be almost at a loss for what to say. It's strange to not need to yell about poop or bicycles made of meat. He's not fighting with himself. This isn't normal, but he'll take it.]

And just to clarify...So long as you aren't a threat to me or anyone I care about, I won't harm you, even when I'm not in control. When he comes back, you can still negotiate any business with me, but you'll likely have to go through my fellow Vault hunters to finalize the deal.

[And that's where he decides to end it. He can't think of anything else to say nor does he find himself caring too much about anything. Everything is weird.]
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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. 
Who: Everyone who signed up for it!
Where: The Eye of Sharef space trading hub
When: 24th of Februaro

Read more... )

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

Read more... )

[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.
]
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-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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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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