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"We aren't in one of the Cerberus' docks, what happened?" I asked stepping out of the escape pod.
"The moon was still there, but the Cerberus wasn't, someone came through and cleaned it in less than twelve minutes," Aretusi answered angrily.
"So, that means we are where now?" I asked, still in a slight cryoshock from the escape pod's life support services.
"We're in some UIT owned capship, not sure on the ID, but that's not what's important, I scanned the wreckage, and, well... There was no sign whatsoever of the cloaking generator. Whoever cleaned the moon must have taken the generator and could be applying it to anything smaller than a moon right now, and I know I don't need to explain what that means to you," she answered before dragging me into a small briefing room by the ear.
The plan was simple, I'd return to my regular tasks for a while until I overheard anything regarding a vanishing ship, moon, station, or whatever someone could think of cloaking, Aretusi would try to make her trail disapear from the Order, and the flight captain of the UIT trading ship decided to help by providing a headquarters for the operation.
A brand new hog waited for me in the hangar, all ready with full positron loadout, and several performance enhancing upgrades identical to the ones I had on "The Sentinel", my very first hog. As I got in, I felt the same tingling sensation I had felt before my first pirate hunt, it was a relief to be back, even if it was just temporary.
OOC: Lecter, please get your head out of the gutter
"The moon was still there, but the Cerberus wasn't, someone came through and cleaned it in less than twelve minutes," Aretusi answered angrily.
"So, that means we are where now?" I asked, still in a slight cryoshock from the escape pod's life support services.
"We're in some UIT owned capship, not sure on the ID, but that's not what's important, I scanned the wreckage, and, well... There was no sign whatsoever of the cloaking generator. Whoever cleaned the moon must have taken the generator and could be applying it to anything smaller than a moon right now, and I know I don't need to explain what that means to you," she answered before dragging me into a small briefing room by the ear.
The plan was simple, I'd return to my regular tasks for a while until I overheard anything regarding a vanishing ship, moon, station, or whatever someone could think of cloaking, Aretusi would try to make her trail disapear from the Order, and the flight captain of the UIT trading ship decided to help by providing a headquarters for the operation.
A brand new hog waited for me in the hangar, all ready with full positron loadout, and several performance enhancing upgrades identical to the ones I had on "The Sentinel", my very first hog. As I got in, I felt the same tingling sensation I had felt before my first pirate hunt, it was a relief to be back, even if it was just temporary.
OOC: Lecter, please get your head out of the gutter
Dude, I'm not the one using "several performance enhancing upgrades." But hey, if you need such things, that's ok, I guess.
Not.
Not.
Lecter, all ships at and above Mk II all have certain upgrades to the design. It's even in the ship description. So, in other words, cut the stupid remarks.
OOC:
To understand Lecter, you must first find out, like I did, what he is. The player behind Lecter is a student at the University of Virginia. A Wahoo. A member of an institution that encourages the wearing of ties to football games. They are not men, FB. They are the humanoid incarnation of pomposity. Lecter is incapable of acknowledging anyone or anything as better than he is, or even equal. To be different from him is a mark of incalculable inferiority.
I give you, the greatest radio clip ever: http://filebox.vt.edu/users/rydellin/UVA.mp3
(It is long, but worth every second.)
So just nod and ignore him FB. He will never change. Let this radio personality speak your words for you, and never type a response to him again. Not a word needs to be spoken.
To understand Lecter, you must first find out, like I did, what he is. The player behind Lecter is a student at the University of Virginia. A Wahoo. A member of an institution that encourages the wearing of ties to football games. They are not men, FB. They are the humanoid incarnation of pomposity. Lecter is incapable of acknowledging anyone or anything as better than he is, or even equal. To be different from him is a mark of incalculable inferiority.
I give you, the greatest radio clip ever: http://filebox.vt.edu/users/rydellin/UVA.mp3
(It is long, but worth every second.)
So just nod and ignore him FB. He will never change. Let this radio personality speak your words for you, and never type a response to him again. Not a word needs to be spoken.
hahahahahaha
Actually, Aramarth, it is properly referred to as simply 'the University'.
Actually, Aramarth, it is properly referred to as simply 'the University'. !
Case in point! *frantic gestures* I need say NO MORE! Thank you for making my argument for me more eloquently than I ever could.
Case in point! *frantic gestures* I need say NO MORE! Thank you for making my argument for me more eloquently than I ever could.
Glad to be of assistance to you simpler forms of life.
/me smiles benevolently and pats Aramarth on its wittle head
/me smiles benevolently and pats Aramarth on its wittle head
To be serious for a moment, once Lecter in one of his RP trheads objected to the banter by everyone else and asked the Guides to remove the posts from the thread. You can ask for this too, FB, and get his posts thrown off the thread.
Hey, if public praise of his writing is to be allowed, why not the criticism? The digression began when Aramarth decided to bring the player behind Lecter into the mix.
Nah, I'd like to keep this as a gallery of his futile attempts to make me look stupid, but instead made himself look overly desperate to attack someone.
Oh, and btw, that radio broadcast is hilarious, and the rep. from UVA sounds exactly like Lecter's posts...
Oh, and btw, that radio broadcast is hilarious, and the rep. from UVA sounds exactly like Lecter's posts...
FB, to make you look stupid all I have to do is quote your writing.
Lecter, to make you look stupid all we'd need to do is forward these messageboard posts to "Mr. Jeffries" of "The University." Hehe.
Now get back to work! We need good attorneys to circumvent the crazy legislation this next Congress is surely gonna put out.
I suggest FB copy and paste his entries into another thread, since this one's veered off the tracks, pretty much. And then hit a fuel depot. And then plummeted off a cliff. And then exploded.
Now get back to work! We need good attorneys to circumvent the crazy legislation this next Congress is surely gonna put out.
I suggest FB copy and paste his entries into another thread, since this one's veered off the tracks, pretty much. And then hit a fuel depot. And then plummeted off a cliff. And then exploded.
Lecter, if that's all it would take, then why are you harrasing me in the first place?
That's what I thought, now please stop before you make yourself look desperate to hurt me.
That's what I thought, now please stop before you make yourself look desperate to hurt me.
Leber, I'm sure that would be highly effectual... since there's only 1100 or so law students under his charge.
I am, of course, jesting with you, my good Doctor. (When you graduate will you change your char's name to Dr. Juris?)
Please Be Nice. The posts before this one have not been all positive in nature. I request that posters follow what the message board entry page outlines.
Anyway, keep up the roleplaying FreedomBird!
Anyway, keep up the roleplaying FreedomBird!
<==== Dr. PhD. SuperSmart. Unbelievably Intelligent. IVY!
Now. Carry on.
(Do I get a prize for out-lectering Lecter?)
Now. Carry on.
(Do I get a prize for out-lectering Lecter?)
When FreedomBird posts... "things could get really wierd really fast."
/me chuckles... what a gem.
/me chuckles... what a gem.
I heard the gun shot, it echoed through the halls, like a shrill scream from inches away. I could sense the projectile heading for me, but I felt no reason to get out of the way. Just as it was about to hit, I felt something pulling me, but I knew it wasn't real. Suddenly, I was ripped from reality.
The darkness overcame everything, yet it covered nothing. I was here again, back in the courtyard. The black cloaked man was standing there again, this time not hiding his face. I knew his face, it was Sorio.
"Hello again, Talos," he said before gesturing me to follow.
He led me through a thousand great and terrible hallways until we reached what must have been the core of the citadel. There before me was a small square pool raised just feet from the floor by nothing. The ripples in the water seemed to call my name, calling me closer, and closer, and closer... When I looked into the depth of the pool, the water sank much deeper than one would have thought after seeing the container.
"What is this?" I asked, still a little confused.
I thought I heard an answer, but before I could understand I was pulled into the water. Before me was my entire history in fast forward, and behind me was a shadow that seemingly was meant to torture my perception of reality. Then, out of the depths came a strange ship, an ancient ship thousands of years old. Near the flight cabin there was a small logo featuring a silver sword and a stone, and was labeled "Excaliber". I had no doubt that it was from old Earth, possibly during early interstellar exploration.
As the ship came closer I realized how massive it was, almost the size of a modern assault cruiser. I knew what it was, it was the ship that had been refitted with the cloaking generator. But, there also echoed a history about it, as if it had some importance to humanity.
Then, I was in the cabin, and the crew was shocked. Men ran for the ships armoury, others simply ran for an escape. On one of the bridge officers I recognised a patch, a dark bird with deep red eyes. This ship was being used by Corvus, and my Viper flight suit didn't help the situation any...
The darkness overcame everything, yet it covered nothing. I was here again, back in the courtyard. The black cloaked man was standing there again, this time not hiding his face. I knew his face, it was Sorio.
"Hello again, Talos," he said before gesturing me to follow.
He led me through a thousand great and terrible hallways until we reached what must have been the core of the citadel. There before me was a small square pool raised just feet from the floor by nothing. The ripples in the water seemed to call my name, calling me closer, and closer, and closer... When I looked into the depth of the pool, the water sank much deeper than one would have thought after seeing the container.
"What is this?" I asked, still a little confused.
I thought I heard an answer, but before I could understand I was pulled into the water. Before me was my entire history in fast forward, and behind me was a shadow that seemingly was meant to torture my perception of reality. Then, out of the depths came a strange ship, an ancient ship thousands of years old. Near the flight cabin there was a small logo featuring a silver sword and a stone, and was labeled "Excaliber". I had no doubt that it was from old Earth, possibly during early interstellar exploration.
As the ship came closer I realized how massive it was, almost the size of a modern assault cruiser. I knew what it was, it was the ship that had been refitted with the cloaking generator. But, there also echoed a history about it, as if it had some importance to humanity.
Then, I was in the cabin, and the crew was shocked. Men ran for the ships armoury, others simply ran for an escape. On one of the bridge officers I recognised a patch, a dark bird with deep red eyes. This ship was being used by Corvus, and my Viper flight suit didn't help the situation any...