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[Glossolalia ++] The Melancholy of Dubh McStubblylegs
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[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
our group really isn't that big
Jeeze.
why are you complaining
but let's be honest her only 'family' is on the Tehelikron.
"They took my ship. They took my friend. There will be hell to pay."
"Uhh, okay."
Tommy watches as Foghorn darts off nervously.
What the fuck was that about?
Walking down to the REC Room, Tommy sees the open bag of powder on the chair.
"Oh cool, the Tkrellians make the best Galacticane ," he says, picking it up.
Plus, it'll make up for all those credits I lost after the change
Putting the powder in his bag, Tommy sits down on the couch and starts flipping through the channels, looking for a news report with decent reception.
This all happens while Gary is ejecting Matt, and all Tommy sees is a confetti-covered drop pod fly away...
That was myyyyy shiiippp
did you appreciate the joke earlier Dubh
thank you. this makes me happy.
e: where's DE?AD I have to get off in ten minutes
the sun
Also, Anti, I'm planning on NPCing Matt, if you'd like to make a new friendly character that would be great.
I got nothing. I really don't. I'll watch and maybe post, but I can't come up with anything. Goddammit.
e: In the escape pod, the purple escape pod, the DE?AD takes controooooooooooolllllllll
Maybe if I was doing this last year. I almost feel like my brain has deteriorated since then. I blame my classmates.
EDIT: That's a great song.
I just wanted to say that.
I'm not that obsessed, DE?AD. The best I could maybe do is rework Downbeat into a normal sized organism.
except Gary would break him too. Matt fought the darkness, the darkness won.
I feel you're being absolute about the morality here.
?
I can't play black or gray. My brain just ain't wired that way.
Dubh, I fucking switched powers when I wanted and I was arguable the most noble of the crew.
Maybe a guy with a little...looser morals?
Everything is gray. Unless I'm crossing a religious dichotomy here, for which I apologize.
I disagree, Matt was a domineering personality under the guise of being a decent person. Then he went and killed himself once, instead of trying to live and maybe do the universe a favor. Not trying to attack you, or anything, it's just that Matt doesn't come off as THAT noble.
used to be Catholic. Then I realized that was fucking crazy. What kind and just god would allow this shithole to exist.
Matt genuinely thought he was doing the right thing.
Before the last choice before his revival, he would have liked this song.
Anyway, to me, Matt always came off as sort of your stereotypical zealot-warrior - he thought he was doing the right thing with a self-assurance that bordered on insanity.
One option you could go with, if you do want to continue on - you could play a robot Loeli makes out of the Mach Cycle. That'd allow you to be the zealous white-knight while still making you very loyal to at least two of the crew. I don't know - it's an option.
[To The Tehelikron]
The lashed together ships head through the pathway and appear millions of lightyears away, emerging from the pathway in orbit of the Tehelikron. The strange, artificial solar system gleams in the darkness of space - The massive, spherical Heart, the speaker-like Tehelikron orbiting it, and the crescent of the Pathway beyond that. More than any of the other colonies, this place has become the new home of the Urson - this was the point of their rebirth, and has since become the very core of their new empire. A tracking signal guides the Ursa into one of the Tehelikron's docking bays, the ivory-metal doors sliding silently open to welcome you.
As the crew steps off of the Ursa Majoris, they are welcomed by an Urson workforce in blue robes approaches you, its leader holding his arms out wide in a gesture of friendship. "Captain Garus, it is good to see you and your companions again! How fare thee?"
[Earth]
"How long?" Presidist Arteric asks, steepling his fingers - a gesture he'd, unfortunately, picked up from the numerous Anyymaye scientists working on the project.
"A week, perhaps less," Colonel Obren said, leaning over the catwalk's railing to look down on the factory floor below, where hundreds of scientists and engineers worked to hasten the work of the robotic assembly lines. "We have a thousand factories across SpaceGOV territory working at maximum efficiency to produce the new units. They will be ready by the deadline."
The Presidist nods. "And?"
Colonel Obren removes his hands from the railing and straightens his jacket. "No skorokov. We have removed vacuum-sealed the manufacturing plants, and ensured that none of the workers are connected."
The Presidist leans back in his chair. "Good. This cannot be compromised by Urson interference. This is a human endeavor. Ooh, I like that. Endeavor. Do we have a name for the flagship yet?"
"No, sir."
"Well we do now."
[Kih'Tah]
High above the green-blue world of Kih'Tah, the five Urson Pathways that had come to be collectively known as The Grin hang like Life-Day ornaments, glinting in the light of the sun.
A sleek black shape slides across the heavens like a razor across a belly of a trout.
Aboard the third Pathway, the Ottokron, a ripple of blue light tears a chunk of skorokov from the wall. Azure lightning snaps and cracks as a black-suited form is hastily constructed within the Urson station. SECommander Thieresai stands and activates her comm. "We're in."
A thousand lightyears away, the SECommissar nods, reaching out a hand and clenching it dramatically into a fist. "Take it."
Beneath her reflective mask, a smile spreads across Thieresai's face, her scar sliding up over her cheekbone. "You got it, boss."
An Urson scholar wanders through the many corridors of the Ottokron, his attention locked on the skorokov-made holographic display hovering in the air before him. He pauses long enough to tap out a quick addendum to a previous entry - just a brief note for himself about the power-algorithms in the tertiary core.
He never sees it coming.
Thieresai darts out of the darkness, her hand flashing out and sinking into the Urson's neck, dropping him to the ground as he desperately gasps for breath through his crushed windpipe. The SECommander kneels beside him, keeping a hand carefully wrapped around his neck. His mind screams out a warning to his skorokov, but the blue dust that's rapidly enveloping him stops the signal.
"Sleep," Thieresai hisses, turning the Urson's goldblood blue.
And I agree with the splitting up thing. Dead won't try to kill us, and if he's up for leading two adventures then I say we do it.
Foghorne, however, is way too paranoid to approve of splitting up, so I can't really suggest this ingame.
This is a good idea, if Anti wants to try it. The key here is loyalty... If all the characters have a reason to be loyal to each other, then we can put a stop to all this silly infighting and get back to adventuring. After all, when it gets right down to it, we're here to have fun.
By the way, excellent stuff DE?AD. Can't wait to see where this goes.