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2014-03-11 00:06

[Wow this is the first time she's even used the communicators...like, at all. That's an achievement considering it's Garnet of all people doing this.

She looks like her normal self, at least and seems to be standing against the backdrop of one of the ship's corridors, just chilling.]

So.

Seen a lot of you out there. And some of you are not meant to fight.

At least right now.

[Woah she's saying more than one sentence.]

I'm fixing that.

Those that want to train, you know what to do.

[Aka reply to this as soon as possible.]

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2014-03-09 17:52

zerolimits

Zero had spent the first couple of days back on the Teuberg allowing his auto repair systems take care of the damage he had sustained during the fighting in the Sharef. Many of his injuries were minor, but even something as small as a dent meant a weak point that an enemy could exploit to do greater damage. When he was certain that he was 100% again, Zero felt ready for another battle. Only, there were no missions for him where he was.

He had to admit, the recent assault of the Sharef had allowed him to forget about the rather exhausting monotony that he had experience when he was first brought to the Fleet. It wouldn't be a stretch to say that he enjoyed the familiarity a little. Now with it over, Zero was reminded of the boredom he had felt before. Though, it wasn't just the fighting he remembered. He was also clearly reminded that others needed protection, especially here where aliens were commonplace. With a sigh, he pulled out his palm pad as he decided to make a kind of announcement to those onboard the ship.

"Hello. I've introduced myself to a few of you already, but for those I haven't even seen yet, my name is Zero, a Maverick Hunter, Rank Special A. And no, my job has nothing to do with cowboys." He remembered the brief confusion he caused when he met a certain nun on the first day.

"I've decided to join the Defense Force. The recent events within the Sharef have shown me some of the present danger outside of the Fleet. Back home, I would protect the innocent from harm alongside my friends, and I still consider it my duty. This may not be my home, but as long as I'm here, I will defend the Fleet with my life."

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2014-03-02 01:20

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Who: Big Bee'eef Slabthrust, Eye of Sharef Defenders
Where: The Eye of Sharef
When: Late afternoon, Februaro 30th
Warnings: Language, violence, metal

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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

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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.]

2014-02-19 17:59

gimmicky

[Hello Cruxians.

Have this extremely awkward robot on your screen, broadcasting live from the hangar. Seems like after the briefing, he's mostly been keeping to his robot 'buddies' (spoilers: getting your robot soul ripped out kinda sucks). But it seems like now he's ready to reach out to you all. In an attempt to make friendly!

And you guys don't wear stupid hats like Rodimus says.

Huh. Shows what he knows.]

Uh...hey everyone! Just wanted to throw up that if anyone needs to get to and from opposite sides of this place, I'm willing to lend some wheels whenever I'm not busy doing something.

[Basically, he can be your taxi.]

I'm not the fastest thing on wheels, but probably better than tiny human feet.

No offense.

[A+ friendship making skills]

So....thanks! For listening, I mean.

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2014-02-14 18:51

doesnotsimply

[[ooc: interested in both replies to his network query or in person replies in the park.

Since arriving, Boromir has been rather despondent. The vastness of the Teuberg unnerves him and to get anywhere where he is told things are happening he has to take one of these metal carts that the natives call trollies. The constant vibration makes him queasy and he does not find them at all pleasant.

While waiting for the powers that be to get back in touch with him regarding his application for military service, he's been filling his time with exercise and workouts. He's become quite the fixture in his neighbourhood with daily runs, and today he's doing laps of the park at the renaissance centre. Stopping by a water fountain for a drink, he ponders that though he's never been stronger or fitter (especially for a dead man, shudder), he hasn't engaged in proper combat practice or swordplay since arriving. He takes out his communicator from a pouch and painstakingly taps out a message.

"Greetings, I am Boromir of Gondor. Would anyone be interested in some sparring practice either with swords or unarmed?" He beams with pride, sweat dripping off him from his run, he was at least getting the hang of the written messages on this piece of sorcerous machinery.

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2014-02-12 16:25

zerolimits

Zero could learn close to any technique from defeated enemies. He could fight off hundreds of Mavericks without much effort. He could even rush back into action constantly, mission after mission. But there was one thing he had difficulty doing. And that was dealing with excessive free-time.

Since being brought here, Zero has had close to nothing to do. He would train from time to time in the small area that was his living space, but he could only do so little without risk of either wrecking his room or accidentally smashing into someone else's. He tried to do some reading a couple days ago, but there was little at the library that interested him by way of fiction. He did read about the different races within and without the fleet's Confederation, particularly the Wadjit and the AIs of Bama, the latter he though of as just Mavericks by a different name.

Today, Zero can be seen just walking around Teuberg, minding his own business. He has been walking for sometime now, since late in the morning in fact. Just walking, thinking about what to do to occupy his time, which by now was what he WAS doing to occupy it. When he finally got fed up with that, he let out a sigh as put his hand to the jewel on his forehead in aggravation.

"All of this downtime is torture. At this rate, even I might go Maverick if I don't find something to do," he said out loud to no one. With the wording, he of course meant that he'd go crazy.

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2014-02-05 10:10

pinkspaceprincess

[Pictured onscreen: Someone who looked vaguely like a human woman, if said woman was wearing a pink armored dress made of some kind of organic material. And had tendrils and various other appendages sticking out of her.]

Hello! I thought it might be a good idea to introduce myself, since I've been scaring some people.

[The camera picture moved back a little, revealing that Tsumugi was standing next to a building for reference. It was about seven stories tall, and it was about the same height as she was.]

My name is Shiraui Tsumugi, and I just got here with the big group of people from different worlds. It's been very nice to meet you!

I'm a chimera, which is a kind of human-alien hybrid. Back home, I live on a ship called the Cydonia, with lots of human friends. So you don't have to worry; I'm not going to squish anyone! Um... I think I'm going to end up helping with defense and resource gathering, so I might see some of you there, too! I'm looking forward to working with you!

Oh, and if anyone knows anything about cats, that would be really helpful.

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2014-02-02 12:25

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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

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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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