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Sunday, January 4th, 2004
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*crossposted*
Alright, looks like I have everything setup correctly now. Everyone should go to the "Info" screen and join the community.
Just a note... only players will be given posting rights, although any members should be able to post replies.
Here's the link again: http://www.livejournal.com/users/guardians_is/
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Saturday, January 3rd, 2004
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*cross posted to Guardians_IS*
New Live Journal for the Guardians, as well as some new posting rules.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/guardians_is/
First, this is not a moderated community, not an open journal. Everyone willl have to join the community to begin posting. Also... all posts are now moderated as well.
Subject Lines should include the following (in any order)
Type of post -
"BlueBook" - an off-camaera event that requires GM approval (ie anything that is not role-playing only, if it requiores use of a skill or roll of the dice, it's considered Blue Booking and must have GM's approvale to acknoledged in the game) and I'll as a reply "approved" to it.
"GM Request" - a request for information, files or what ever. since mail seems to be a bit wonky again, this is the only place I'll look for these requests.
"RP" - Discussions, role-playing, etc between charatcers. if this requires any other characater's interaction you MUST have thier permision before posting. Replys should be used to correct character mistakes, and the thread should be listed as "finished" as a reply when finished.
Star using this on now guys. I'll leave the other up for reference for a month or so until I have a chance to move the relevent posts over
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Sunday, December 28th, 2003
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Where to begin... Due to random chance, guess who our new leader is... Me... I don’t know if anyone else is taking this seriously but I am. Who would have ever thought the word serious and me would be in the same sentence. I pray to be a good leader, maybe something of Dad or Mom or Hell even my machine Brother or Forgesmith rubbed off on me. I’m not as smart as Dad or crafty as Mom or Logical as Jeff or wily as Forgesmith but hopefully if nothing else I can be unexpected. We fought the Kill Krew last night. No loses on our side, Thank God. 4 Good Life showed up after the fight so we bugged out in Aegis new ride and other carry alls. All of the Kill Krew are in custody except for Meyo. She was a casualty, unfortunately. We are brainstorming ideas for containment or other. Hopefully we can dispatch the False Gods one by one and go home. May the powers that be watch over us and protect us.
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Monday, December 15th, 2003
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Autographed picture of Axis………………………………………………$3000 on eBay
Piece of Guardian suit, torn from Axis……………………………….(free)
Shrine to Axis………………………………………………………………………$500
Replaced windows on car…………………………………………………….$2500
Numerous pictures of Axis…………………………………………………$350
Having the God of your idolatry show up randomly…………..(priceless)
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Thursday, December 11th, 2003
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I think I speak for most everyone when I say that any geek-gamer product you would buy for yourself would probably go over well with whoever you're buying for. DVDs, Books, Dice, Minis, etc.
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Wednesday, December 10th, 2003
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OK... got everything posted until now. I'll be working on this stuff, but if anything is posted after this post hit's the journal, then I'll get to it *IF* I can (not making any promises).
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In addition to all the previous suggested by my fellow teamates I have the following ideas.
All our equipment should be made proof against emp and hacking by technology possesed by the false gods.
Additional if at all possible I would like a mate for my energy sword so that I can go dual weapon if needed. We should all carry a compliment of lick and sticks or ass bombs so that we have them if needed.
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I have a request for Maker Prime. The sensation of having my internal systems overload on command from the Goodlife called Thor was...disconcerting. If there is a way to block the subvocal data transmission emitted by them it would be valuable in future encounters. Not only will it serve as protection from me, but it seems it is required to control the modified Tarlok guards, since they did not respond to my voice commands until I added the data signal as well.
For the rest of the group I have a suggestion. Once the Kill Krewe is dealt with, one way or another, I think we are all in agreement that the Star Gods need to be dealt with. It would be useless to think too far ahead at this point since we only have one first hand encounter worth of data on their tactics and abilities. I agree that we do as was previously suggested by the colloquialism, "kill the snake by decapitating it." By now the Gods are aware that we are out here. Others suggested that we lure them out and attack them when they are touring factories etc, I think that with one of them being taken out in battle they are more likely to be on guard while moving. Based on analysis I have run on the tactics of 426 terran generals, I suggest we first hit them in there own bases.
They probably have adequate defenses against frontal assualts and possibly even magics like Magus uses. However if Captain Via can get the help of one of the tribe then we could hit two of them in their homes from in between, simultaneously. If Maker Prime can develop a tool to shut down command of the controlled tarlok, then I think two teams can each take a god each if we catch them off guard. To further throw the gods off balance I suggest we start at the top with the highest ranking gods to give them less chance to prepare.
Anyone have any other thoughts?
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Some of the group gear that's already been posted looks great! As for the magus, he has only two requests.
Super Spy Sunglasses: I had predator visual spectrums in mind. I'll list the functions of the glasses by priority since technology might not be good enough to make all of this compact enough. If it's absolutely necessary full goggles or a helmet will suffice. The sunglasses idea is purely aesthetic.
1. Long and short range magnification (binoculars/magnifying glass/microscope)
2. ex-ray vision
3. Ultrasound/Sonar (Sonic Based Vision)
4. Infra Red Spectrum
5. Positron Emission Tomography
6. Electron Tomography
7. Computer Assisted Tomography
8. Magnetic Resonance Imaging
Grappling Grenades: This is a bomb or grenade of any kind, be it EMP or C4. The main difference between this bomb and any other is that it ejects Grappling spikes in all directions then pulls itself toward whatever it attaches to. Once the grapple meets enough resistance to stop it's progress, the bomb goes off. It might attach and draw itself all the way to its target and explode or it might attach to the intended target and another adjacent target or surface such as a tree, once both grapple become taught as they play tug-o-war the bomb goes off.
PS:
To clarify what I have in mind these would work like proximity mines as far as when the grappples fire. The grapples would range somewher in the vicinity of 2-5 ft. I imagine it could be planted to pop up like a claymore mine, but I had intentions of using it in combination with magus's teleportation.
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Secluded in her room, Veronica has studied as much as she could in the past few days about the Goodlife from the records given her by Ceron. She's also reviewed the information given her by the Guardians concerning the situation back on Earth as it was when they left it. Feeling she has some information the Guardians may need, she calls a meeting. Once everyone arrives she begins.
"I'm not sure if that damned Dwarf knew what he was sending you into or not, but I think I may have some info that could affect the fight here.
"Even a dumb Italian from Brooklyn can tell you that to kill a snake, you cut off it's head. Like Preacher has stated, the Tarlok are just as much victims here as the people of Ceron. The idea of surgical strikes against the Goodlife, the head of this particular snake, are our best option. Until the Goodlife are gone, they will continue to have followers and control of this planet. We need to see what can be done to take them out. If someone wants to help me study the files that Ceron gave me looking for weakness among the Goodlife, I'd appreciate the help.
"It has been noted that the Tarlok and the people of Ceron have been altered. It has also been noted that it is something airborne such as a retrovirus that is affecting the humani of this planet. If we can get sample material to Ceron (Maker Prime), I suggest we do and see if he can produce something that would work on a global scale to halt this retrovirus. Also, we should get sample material of the Tarlok, of which we have plenty, and see if Ceron could produce something to reverse the affects of the genetic alterations to this species as well.
"Now, for my own speculation on this situation in a grander scale. From what I've come to understand from the information that you've given me, the Guardians were trying to stop a situation similar to this from happening on Earth before we left. Assuming that there is a possibility that we can return to our own time, (Via, I suggest you do what you can to investigate this possibility since you may be the only one with the ability to do this. Find the tribe, get as much information from them as you can.), the fact that we've ended up here in this situation can be fortuitous. If you are facing the possibility of fighting Goodlife when we return to Earth, this gives us the opportunity to go against them without endangering our own planet. We have the opportunity to study them, see what works, what doesn't work and take that information home with us to use in the fight there.
"If we can learn how to deal with them here, it will make the fight at home that much easier. We need to come up with ways of detecting their presence without the aid of Ceron. We need to find their weaknesses and exploit them. And we need to try to keep them unaware of just where we are and what we are doing. When one of the Goodlife drops off the radar, there should be no evidence as to who or what did it, if we can do that.
"As for the Kill Krewe, Via's decision to talk to Ballista is a good one. If he can be bought, then those he controls will not be a problem. Hellhawke, on the other hand, may still be a problem. You believe you've taken care of Chimera. Aegis, I would suggest that you try returning to your vision of the Hellhawks destroying your home planet and see if that vision has changed. If not, then, I'm sorry Preacher, there may be no choice but to hunt down Hellhawk and destroy her.
"I just thought these were some of the things that should be considered in making your decisions on how to fight this fight. Any assistance I can get researching the Goodlife would be appreciated. Anyone have anything else?"
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If the current camera I've been given isn't the best I can get, I would like one with the best resolution and audio possible, plus shields to protect it and me if need be. It should have docking mounts for the roving cameras.
Roving camera drones with shields and the same resolution and audio as my main camera.
A portable console to which I can connect all the camera's and edit the footage and audio.
All of this should be compact, light weight, portable and with as much memory capacity as possible and have self charging power cells. I'd also like them shielded against EMP, if possible.
A Paladin suit with a better fashion sense, I can provide sketches for Ceron if he needs them. Also, with better shielding and protection against extreme EMP and a little something to provide an offensive attack if caught in a grappling situation, like, say a voice or TCT activated electrical shock or stun effect to anyone other than the wearer touching the suit.
Other than that, I think Aegis' suggestions should cover just about everything.
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Jamie Gear:
The stuff listed is what I’d like to see integrated into the system. I fit makes it too bulky or defeats the initial purpose of the gadget, then drop the non essential feature. My goals for this are to have everything able to link up and work harmoniously. Jamie is primarily information gathering and processing, scouting, stealth, close combat (hit and run), and movement.
ACME Mk4J
Comparable if not superior abilities as Mk3 in terms of damage, firing modes, target options and settings
Designed for biological attacks against organics at close range (300’)
Capsule charge for Toxin delivery
Extra armor piercing mode
Point blank mode
Alpha-strike mode
Self-charging battery
Extra-powerful overcharge
Advanced stun and neural settings to work in conjunction with biological toxins
No hand to hand mode necessary
No long range mode necessary
Rapid fire (cover fire) and spray modes with advanced comp assist
“shotgun mode” fired many rounds at once
“Replay” feature (Think Zorg baybe)
“covert” rounds (low impact and delayed detonation/injection)
Sentry mode
Marker mode (paints target for AI controlled, or human units to shoot at)
Shoulder and wrist mounts
AI and ability to respond to voice commands (Hell everything else I own talks to me)
Keyed to respond to Jamie only (voice, genetic, rental, transponder, venom. Suit, etc)
Hard and remote links to other gear
Paladin Mk6J
Comparable if not superior abilities as Mk5a
Designed for stealth, reconnaissance, heavy weapon support, information gathering, movement, ability enhancement, space survivability
If Ceron has technology that can help with Jamie’s cloak ability then incorporate that into the suit. (ie psi projection)
ECM CECM and sent masking
EM and holographic projection units
Advanced HUD, navigation and interface system
Sensor platform with radar, sonar, IR, x-ray, UV, active and passive sensors, radiation detectors, movement, etc (go all out here)
Support for Matilda in terms of recoil compensation and lifting
Enhanced abilities (agility, strength, speed, jumping)
Prehensile lizard like tail (for support, climbing, manipulation, storage, stability, balance, etc)
Temporary physical/mental enhancement via chemical, mechanical and “overdrive” modes
Venom dispersal unit
Venom siphoning system
Pheromone projection system
Shoulder and wrist docks for ACME
Advanced environmental controls
Jump assist (anti grav, jump jets)
Advanced gelpaks
Offensive and normal gelpak launchers
Covert mode for hiding under clothes
Lifts and extensions for arms (to change height and aid in camouflage and disguise)
Keyed to respond to Jamie only
Remote activation
Hard and remote links to other gear
(a neat Idea I had was to make many of these features part of a separate drone that can attach to the back of the suit and provide support and limited flight/boost when necessary and detach to allow for better speed and maneuverability)
Tac-gauntlet Mk3
Comparable if not superior abilities as Mk2
Hard and remote links to Matilda for targeting, recoil and programming
Hypodermic boom, linked to venom siphoning system
Shielding from scans, radiation, heat, energy and psi/magic
Keyed to respond to Jamie only
Wrist dock for ACME
Remote activation
Docking port for monofilament sword
Offensive and normal gelpak launchers
Hard and remote links to other gear
ARC Unit
Comparable if not superior abilities as prior unit
Advanced shields (deflection and absorption, multi layers,
Point defense shield
Directional shield control
Keyed to respond to Jamie only
Hard and remote links to other gear
GpaDD Mk3
Comparable if not superior abilities as prior unit
Advanced information retrieval and storage system
ECM and autohacking along the lines of Goodlife tec
Interface for OVOID Mk2
Keyed to respond to Jamie only
Sub-AI for control of ROVs, Drones and Probes
Hard and remote links to other gear
Periapt 2:
Comparable if not superior abilities as prior unit
Hyper encryption
Burst transmission mode
Subvocal
Thought mode???
Turbo TCT (ability to override TCT of previous model and force it even when resisted)
Hacking of old periapt
Keyed to respond to Jamie only
Direct link to OVOID Mk2
Hard and remote links to other gear and OVOID Mk2
Other:
Portable Ceron version of Goodlife ECM and hacking tec
Portable projectile EMP with point and blast modes (multiuse) (Gun?)
Explosive/EMP/toxic caltrops
Jamming/hacking tools for all old Guardians gear (remote detonate)
ASS Bomb Mk2 (limited seeker ability, flight, minor AI)
Chemical teaching bay with lesion synthesizer and ability to create lesion from data or from other memories. Compatiable with cryostasis tubes
Upgrades to Hoverboard (speed, inertial dampeners, stealth, minor weapons, minor AI, remote activation, power cell, shields, sea and space features, overboost feature, hard and remote link to other gear and OVOID Mk2 for recharge and information)
Upgrades to glasses (spectrum, zoom, filters, night vision, HUD, Hard and remote links to other gear and OVOID Mk2)
Gravidic speed trap
PaladinMk5E control unit
Upgrades to monofilament sword (damage, usability, safety)
Multi tool (plasma cutter, welder, small freeze canister, screwdrivers, knife, etc)
Clothing of various kinds. Mainly dress and casual. Expanded Jamie Wear for the SIDs.
ROV or drones with:
AI
Advanced sensors
Manipulation arms
Hard and remote links to other gear and OVOID Mk2
Offensive comparable to a couple of new ACMEs
Defensive comparable to the new paladin suit
EMP, explosives, self destruct
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Sunday, December 7th, 2003
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I know that Preacher does not want us to kill anything in our quest to free the system from
the Tarlok and the Goodlife. In general I would prefer not to kill either however I do not
see how we can avoid some blood shed in our battles. I will try to avoid any unnecessary
killing. The one thing I will not do is go into this out gunned. If it is a question of me or
him.... him looses. I prefer to error on the side of caution.
Having said that, these are my recommendations.
First we make all the information about our adversaries available to Ceron. I am sure that
he has much more info on the Tarlok and Goodlife than we could ever come up with.
What I am talking about is the Kill Krew. Even if Via’s overture to the Krew works I still
would like a few tricks in the bag. The info that I would like to share is as follows
The Ovoid’s tactical analasis of the Krew
Samples of Hell Hawk’s hull that I collected
Information on the Black Hawks from Sid and Chelka
All the info I have on Warhawk and her armor.
Descriptions of Hell Hawks capabilities that we have observed.
Descriptions of the Krews tactics.
The tech readouts on all of the Guardian equipment including the vehicles
Descriptions of the Shadows and what we know about them.
Access to Kalian Guard tech
I propose the ask for general improvements on existing equip. We should keep the
control systems the same so there is little learning curve.
Considering our targets are as much machine as organic, all new equipment should be
hardened against extreme EMP and against intrusion by Goodlife Electronic Counter
Measure systems
Also all equip should be keyed to Guardians only and simply will not work for anyone else
until it has been keyed to them.
Acmes
Increased efficiency and damage capacity in attack modes
More effective stun setting (Modified to be used on Tarlok)
More shots per charge or self charging power cell
Improved targeting
An additional mode designed to be used against Biomechnoid\Cyborgs (specifically the
Goodlife and the abomination of Hell Hawk. Perhaps a nested pulse of targeted
EMP and Neural settings)
I would like them to look the same
Tac Gauntlet\G-Pad
Increased scanning capability
Increased computing\storage ( w/ programs. Hacking\ IC, basically its version of what
the laptops and g-pad had. What kind of computer system can it make?!?!)
Communication suite designed to work with our new com devices and listen in and
infiltrate all Tarlok com systems
Make the EMP and Flash Field multiple use(3 or 4 times)
Using some of the Gel pack tech make a type of gel pack that will not dissipate
immediately (2 rounds) and is sticky as to trap an opponent otherwise it has the same
energy absorption as the original
Improved interface( operates like a decker interface w/o wires... some kind of neural link)
Remote interlink for all other equipment
Earpiece Com Device
Needs to have the same functions as the com card
Sub-vocalization (some way for me to communicate in a vacuum)
Boosted range with new tac-gauntlet
Special Guardian channel
extreme encryption
Paladin suits
All functions of old suits
Improved SDC and AR
More configurations (stored)
Better environmental systems
Msc
Lick and Sticks (not only for Via but for us all)
Vehicle Lick and Sticks (Designed to stun and stop any Tarlok or similar vehicle, ground
or airborne)
Increase all capabilities of the Guardian vehicles and robots
SDC, Dammage capacity, com, tactics to defeat Tarlok and perhaps processing
systems. If Ceron can make sugestions based on his vast experience with Humani
and Tarlok please do.
These are my recommendations for upgrades of the group “Guardian” gear. This does not
include personal gear like the Ovoid replacement. That should be taken care of on an
individual basis. Please add your own suggestions to this list
Agis
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Friday, December 5th, 2003
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The sonic boom echoed across the wasteland, as Wildcard soared off, rippling the dust on the hard-pack skin of the bluff over looking the campsite. Had he paused... even for a moment... WQildcard enhyanced system would have caught the strip of Ghilli suit uncovered by his passing. Without removing his eye from the scope system of his arm, Gunman's left hand picked up one of four craefuly positioned piles of dirt and covered it back up... all without disturbing the rest of his hiding place.
"I've got the mage," the sniper whispers, his scope closing in to frame the back of Magus's head in the rectical. "One shot, right behind the ear and I'll turn him off like a light."
The radio in his head crackles "Hold that thought, Gunman." 200 meters to the east, Ballista sits in a cave, an electronic screen enhancing his own observation point. Behind him, a perfect smile breaks a dusky skined face without a single blemish... a voice smooth as silk cutting the silence. "Perfect, Ballista... they'll never expect it now. I knew you were worth the money." The gibbering giggle of The Scream punctuates Tiffany's statement. Ballista pinches the bridge of his nose as if to force back the headache this job has brought him.
"They'll expect it alright if you don't gag that drug-soaked monkey." The Scream's giggling moan began to build... and then quickly choked off as Ballista was suddenly across the room, his huge paw of a hand almost wrapping completly around the mutant's gaunt neck.
"Not..."
"a..."
"damned..."
"sound."
Tiffany's hand was suddenly on Ballista's forearm, dark skin growing translucent with the sound of ringing crystal. "Hands off the maniac, Merc." she said as she began to exert pressure. Still the hand didn't budge... the Scream's eye beginning to bulge out of his purpling face. 'Christ he's strong!' Tiffany thought to herself as she applied pressure that would have crushed a normal man's arm to dust within seconds. Ballista's cold dark eyes met her own, and if he was is any pain, his face never showed it. "Less than a pound of pressure more, and you trigger the nerve bundles near my wrist... and his head pops off clean. Now... keep him quite."
With a deft twist, his hand was free of her grip and The Scream bounced of the wall, to slump in an barely moving, and blissfully quite pile. Ballista muttered as he move back to edge of the cave, his own sight more than capable of observing the Guaridan's, glancing occasional at the monitor to confirm his own observations. "I've led Picts that were better controlled then this dillitant trash." Tiffiny carefully inserted the throat gag into Scream's mouth, and then moved to his side to glance at the monitor. "So... when do we hit them? They're wrapped up in grief, fighting amounst themselves. Heck, the Eggs trashed and Wildcard's gone."
Ballista sighed. "Tiffany... Wildcard has an orbital weapon... he could be right above us as we speak and Warha... HELL-hawk can't conferm if she took it out ot not." Tiffeny snorted. "So what? He can't hit all of us. We can butcher them while they're freaking out. Hell... Gunman can splatter half of them before they hear the first shot."
"Gunman fires when *I* say so... and not a moment before." He said, his eyes never moving from the funeral. "The child had bravery, no doubt. He would have made a fine soldier, with a little control and traini..."
"Fuck him!" Tiffany raged, "And while we're at it... fuck all of them. I'm sick of you and your 'honorable warrior' bullshit. You're a fucking assassin for christ's sake! Get you massive ass down there and ASSASSANATE!"
"Don't speak ill of the dead. His ilk is worth more than a thousand of you wanna-be world rulers." Tiffany sneared, but Ballista geasture to the screen... plus, do you see what's in the Girl's... VIA's hand?" Tiffany peered closer. to the screen, trying to make out the fuzzy details. "What? What's she got?"
"Nothing." The snap rang in the cave like a gunshot, as Ballista suddenly snapped Tiffany's diamond-hard neck, sharply to the left. Before the body hit the floor, the titanium bolt was across the room... the point stopping to press against against Scream's throat. Ballista held his hand out, in a direct line... as if his his will was the onlyn thing holding back the weapon's killing force.... from across the earthen room.
"You have something to add?" he said, matter of factly. Scream shook his head frantically. "I thought not." The javalin dropped harmlessly at the feet of the sound-powered mutant. He shut down the monitor and folded it back into it's case, then touched his ear-piece. "Gunman, pull out. We'll meet you at the DZ." Gunman's voice crackled back. "We're not taking them?" Ballista picked up Tiffany's body and dumped it in the back of the cave. "Negative, Gunman. Let them bury thier dead. Get Kell and meet Hellhawk at the DZ. Scream and I will be along shortly."
"Screamn and You? What about the diamond dolly?"
Ballista look over at Scream, and motioned for him to leave.
"Seems she had a flaw after all."
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Veronica watches the funeral for Satyr from someplace between the line of Guardians and the rest of Preachers followers. Something inside her feels dead, completely outside of what is happening here. "I'm not a Guardian, nor do I belong to this planet. I have no real place here."
She wonders away from the funeral. Once the funeral is over, she decides to go check on Jamie. "He's the only one I really feel any sort of connection to here," she says to herself.
Veronica looks up as she approaches the egg, but SID is there. She watches as Jamie kicks the Ovoid. She can tell by his reactions, even from this distance, that the Egg is no more. She wants to go to Jamie and comfort him, but not in front of any of the others. SID raises his voice with Jamie, but she can't make out what he's saying. Knowing that SID will probably be there a while, Veronica makes her way back to a place where she's found that she can be alone and weeps.
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As the spark of Wild Card’s jets fade, Jamie approaches Via and slips his delicate hand into hers. Her hand closes reflexively around it. She looks down and gives him a weak smile, trying to hide her pain. Pain at the loss of a friend and a brother. Pain at the inability to console her love. Pain at the massacre of the Tribe. Such a thin smile to hide so much pain.
It is looking at that smile of sorrow on her beautiful face that is the worst part of this long, black and terrible day for Jamie. In her face he sees his sorrow reflected back at him. In her face he knows loss. He envies Satyr. The ground may be cold but it is forgiving. The living should not envy the dead.
As Satyr’s body enters the storage capsule, Via excuses herself and walks quickly to a tent. Aside from a small outburst from Magis and some harsh words from Aegis, the rest of the ceremony goes by smoothly. The crowd disperses. Preparations begin.
Hours later the camp has resumed its chores. Warmaster is on the radio. To who or what, no one knows. Magis is brooding or meditating. No one can tell which. Wild Card is still AWOL or MIA. No one can tell which. Via is Inbetween, taking care of the Tribe or hiding. No one can tell which. Aegis is rediscovering the Faith or praying in desperation. No one can tell which. Preacher has become Moses or Lot. No one can tell which. Jamie is trying to repair the Egg or preparing to shut it down. No one knows which.
A small explosion comes from the hydrogen canister inside the OVOID. The fire-suppression system activates for a split second before shorting out and catching fire itself. Jamie scrambles out from under the Egg, his work robe on fire near the sleeve. He grabs a foam canister for the third time today and sprays a marvelous stream of foam into the exposed cockpit through a hole in the hull. Only after he has exhausted the canister does he realize that his shirt is now burning vigorously. He slaps at the flames ineffectually, managing only to burn his hand. The flames spread and Jamie takes off the wrap, flinging it to the ground. He stand there for a moment and watches as his 900 credit shirt burns to cinders on an alien planet, a billion light years from his home. As the fire dies, he groans in frustration and kicks the OVOID’s hull, almost breaking one of his toes. The OVOID sags on its metal legs and topples to the ground.
“Ow ow ow ow ow OW!” Jamie yips as he hops around on one foot. Then, turning to the now lopsided OVOID, “What am I gonna do with you, Egg?”
“P-lay a a a a Gam-m-me, J-j-jamie?” The OVOID inquires in it’s cracked, computerized voice. The sensual feminine voice has been long since erased as more gelmemory packs pop or turn brown and die.
“No, friend. No games today,” He tries to keep his voice light but the sorrow at seeing his ship, his friend, his home in such a state. “Can you remember the day we first met?”
Several seconds pass before the Egg answers, “M-ay-ay-ay-ay 16th, 1999-99-99-99. 1635 hour-hour-hour-hours Mountain t-t-t-t-time. Ari(squelch)zona desert.”
“Very good. I taught you a song that day didn’t I? Can you sing it for me?” Jamie says as he climbs inside the cockpit. He turns toward the main power conduit.
“Yes, Jam-jam-jam *error* Jamie.
THe thE ThE otHer nItE, d-D-d-dEaR,
As I lAy LAy laY lAY sl-EE-EE-EE-eePing
I-I-I-I-i dReaM-m-m-med I hEEEEEld you in in in in mMY aRmsssss.
WhhhheN I EHwoKe, d-d-d-dEAr,
I was Was wAs mis-Ta-tA-taKen
And I HUnG my-I-I-I-i hEad and cri-I-I-I-ied cried cried cired (bloop).
You ARE my my my mY sun-su-su-sunShIne,
My Only onlY onLy sun-su-su-sunShine.
You upi maKe me hAppy HaPpy
WheN ski-I-I-I-ies aRe greY pUrPle grEy.
YOu'll10010101 nEver kno-o-o-o-ow, dEar,
Ho-o-o-ow mUCh I lovE loVe lovee l0ve (whAt Is lovEe) y0u.
PlEaSe plEase pleAse (bloop) don't ta-a-a-akE my sUnm0onShine away7.
I'll-ll-ll(humm) alwAysssss…. (hiss) love-ove-ove-ove You
AnD…. mA-A-A-akE yOu happ-pp-pPy
If cosine yoU wi-I-I-I-ll…. oNlyn0t saY the same
But… if (bloop)… You… lEaVe me
To… l0000000ve….. (whAt Is lovEe)…… an000000ther……..
You'lllllllllll……. Regret……… iiiiiiiiiiit……….. aaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllllllll………… soooooooooomeeeeee………. Daaaaaaa….. (fades to a humm) (Humm fades to silence)
Jamie severs the last connection and the small red light over the power supply blinks once… twice... goes dark and stays dark. Jamie sits there on the floor of the cockpit, the padded swivel chair having been long since removed, and hangs his head. There are no tears. He has no tears left.
“It cant be fixed can it, SID?” Jamie asks not moving his head. “How long have you been there?”
“Long enough to see you ignite your clothing. How did you know I was here?”
“You smell like a can of WD40, SID.” Jamie says as he turns to face the Android, a wry little smile on his face. “No offence.”
“None taken at all. I thought the smell was part of the appeal?” Sid’s brow furrows in expectation of an explanation. After realizing that he will not get one he continues, “To answer your initial query, it will not be able to repair itself nor will you be able to assist it.”
“So it’s scrap then. Is that what you’re saying? I WONT GIVE UP ON…”
“Calm yourself!” SID’s voice rises in pitch a notch and doubles in volume. Jamie immediately stops talking and flinches back. “There is another option… but first we need to have a little talk.”
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Thursday, December 4th, 2003
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As the guardians regroup after the battle, Magus rigidly floats toward them. A mask of rage contorts his face. His eyes blaze platinum and his stark white hair writhes around him in all directions like angry snakes. The mysterious, frightful sound of heavy, labored breathing can be heard just above his head. He snaps into a crucifix position with his head thrown back. Thunder erupts from his mouth and bolts of fire arc from his eyes as he screams. Everything goes dark as the sun becomes shrouded with the sudden appearance of clouds. Many of Preacher’s army and possibly even some of the guardians have fled in terror. All who remain are visibly shaken. He looks down at Agis. His knitted brows shadow his still blazing eyes.
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“Agis.” He booms. “We, the Guardians, are supposed to be a team. We are NOT here to impress each other.” He spits out the word impress with disgust. “We are not HERE to for GLORY or FAME!" He jestures to Satyr's remains. "Look where Satyr's ego got HIM! The entire time we spent planning our attack on our enemies, you kept that little trinket to yourself. You allowed me to waste all this time researching ways to banish Chimera when I could have been better spending my time.” His tempo and volume pick up. “Not only that, but that little secret of yours got us here in the first place. If you had come forward with that when we attacked Vegas, Chimera would never have infiltrated the cloister!” He exclaims in a tone that has become exasperated anger. “If you ever hold back a tactic like this again in hopes of showing off and impressing everyone with your greatness, I’ll be more than glad to assist you.” An obvious threat permeates his voice and he speaks with a menacing calm. “You’ll find yourself in some random dimension; and if you somehow manage to find your way back in one piece, than you’ll have earned even MY respect.” The word respect cuts through the air and leaves the threat hanging as lightening consumes Magus. The sky suddenly clears and an eerie silence hangs in the air as he disappears.
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“Godfuckingdamnshit number 2,” comes Jamie’s just beginning to change voice as a shower of sparks spray over him. The OVOID lies in tatters next to him. Around him are piles of equipment, some fro the inside the OVOID, some from the camp.
Holes, large holes, have been torn into the usually smooth surface of the shell. VDTs are broken, circuits and gelmemory packs hand by wires like organs from a disemboweled corpse. There are scorch marks from fires, both internal and external. The normally fluidic polymorphic step keeps trying to shift into various shapes and eventually stops moving all together. One of the insectial legs has been torn off and the Egg sits tilted to one side.
Jamie crawls under the egg and begins removing the vector thrust nozzle for repairs. Another shower of sparks shoots from the exposed cockpit. The OVOID shudders and begins to lean and sag, threatening to crush Jamie beneath it. The hull begins to compact his chest and a exposed support beam scrapes his cheek. He tries to cry out but cant get any air into his lungs.
All at once the weight is lifted and there is a blinding light. SID stands over him holding a flashlight in one hand and the Egg in the other.
“Come, young one. The ceremony has started,” he says and sets the OVOID down to the side with ease. Jamie extends a hand and SID jerks him to his feet rather roughly. There is a moment of tension between them and they stare at each other.
They both enter the ceremony area dresses in similar style robes. Jamie’s robes are dark green and trimmed in white and look vaguely Japanese. SID’s robes are white with red hems around the legs and cuffs and looks more like a monk’s robes.
Satyr’s remains lay on a raised platform at one end of a large circle of Tarlok. The Guardians are seated on boxes and crates just in front of the platform and the convocation of Preacher’s followers stand behind them. Warmaster stands on the platform behind a makeshift dais. He head is bowed. His normally stoic face is streaked with tears.
“Hymnum canamus gloriae
Hymnum canentes Martyrum”
“Veni, Creator Spiritus,
Mentes tuorum visita.
Imple superna gratia
Quo tu creasti pectora.”
“Qui Paracletus diceris,
Donum Dei altissimi,
Fons vivus, ignis, charitas,
Et spiritalis unctio.”
“Tu septiformis munere,
Dextrae Dei tu digitus,
Tu rite Promissum Patris,
Sermone ditans guttura.”
“Accende lumen sensibus,
Infunde amorem cordibus;
Infirma nostri corporis,
Virtute firmans perpetim.”
“Hostem repellas longius,
Pacemque dones protinus.
Ductore sic te praevio,
Vitemus omne noxium.”
“Per te sciamus, da Patrem,
Noscamus atque Filium,
Te utriusque Spiritum,
Credamus omni tempore.”
“Sit laus Patri cum Filio,
Sancto simul Paracleto,
Nobisque mittat Filius
Charisma Sancti Spiritus.”
“Praesta hoc Pater piissime,
Patrique compar unice,
Cum Spiritu Paracleto,
Regnans per omne saeculum.”
Magis walks onto the stage and stands beside Warmaster. Magis puts a hand on Warmaster’s shoulder and Warmaster composes himself. He looks up and heads off the stage. Magis addresses the convocation:
“These days I think of Satyr chasing women, drinking booze, and howling at the moon."
Satyr would say,
"What's the point of life if you can't enjoy it?
Besides, I have plenty of time to walk the straight and narrow.
For now, I just want to take what little pleasure comes my way."
"Ah the joys of the young." Magus muses.
"Satyr was wild at heart though.
I think his real happiness came from the
freedom he felt in breaking social graces.
He would have single handedly fight
an entire army,
if that's what it took
to hear the call of the wild
one last time.
Satyr taught me the truth of an ancient wisdom.
Carpe diem.”
A roar from the crowd makes all heads snap around. Wild Card stands shaking with emotion in full armor, a black armband around his left arm. Two green stripes now show in vertical stripes. His helmet folds down to reveal his face, red and puffy from crying. He leaps onto the platform with Magis, narrowly missing crashing into him. Louder than the roar of an Arcpod he yells, ”You stupid BASTARD! I tried to tell you something like this was going to happen! You stupid, wonderful, twisted fuck,” his considerable composure faltering, Wild Card begins to weep openly. He kneels at the side of Satyr’s casket.
His voice falls to a normal level. “I am going to miss you my friend, I truly will. I know that we both had our own ways of looking at things, and I know at times that my holding you back was a point of tension....but now, now I can see you had a point.”
Wild Card stands and placed a armored hand on the box. “Perhaps you were right, perhaps you and Warmaster had the right idea. Kill em all, let God or whoever sort it out. I know that may have not been what Forgesmith had in mind...but we ARE at war. He knows the cost of war, he knows better than any."
His helmet snaps up in a flash and he takes a leap from the stage. Via walks to him and attempts to console him, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder. Wild Card raises his own hand to ward it off. "I need some time, just a little space,” he says looking over his shoulder at the memorial. “He would understand sweetheart. He and I shared more than just caring for you." Wild Card takes a few steps away from the crowd and flares his jets. He rockets out of sight.
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8 o'clock, near a distant star and I'm waitin'
To finally talk to a girl a little stealthier than me.
Her name is Via, she's a mutant with a talent,
She wears a periapt, but I'm not quite sure what that means.
And when she stalks,
All the wind blows and the Tribe sing.
She doesn't notice me!
Cause she is watchin' wrestling
Creamin' over cyborg guys
Goin’ in the Inbeteween
Kill Krewe in her eyes
It's like a bad movie
She is lookin' through me
If you were me, then you'd be
Screamin' "Someone shoot me!"
As I fail miserably,
Tryin' to get the girl all the Tarlok want.
She's the girl all the Tarlok want!
She likes the Wild Card and I’m a lizard
Her ACME's full of charges that are set for overload
She says she'd like to score some nameplate and a knife
She'll never know that I'm the best that she'll never have
And when she prowls,
All the wind blows and the Tribe sing.
She'll never notice me!
Cause she is watchin' wrestling
Creamin' over metal guys
Goin’ in the Inbeteween
Kill Krewe in her eyes
She likes 'em with missles
Rocketpack in their ass
Drivin' in a Arc-pod
Does a Lance make you a man?
It's like a bad movie
She is lookin' through me
If you were me, then you'd be
Screamin' "Someone shoot me!"
As I fail miserably,
Tryin' to get the girl all the bad guys want.
She's the girl all the Tarlok want!
She's the girl all the Tarlok want!
She's the girl all the Tarlok want!
There she goes again
With fishnets on, and Tarlok in her hair
She broke my heart, I wanna be sedated
All I wanted was to see her naked!
Now I am watchin' wrestling
Tryin' to be a tough guy
Goin’ in the Inbeteween
Kill Krewe in my eyes
I can't grow a mustache
And I ain't got no rocketpack
All I got's a OVOID... OVOID... OVOID...
It's like a bad movie
She is lookin' through me
If you were me, then you'd be
Screamin' "Someone shoot me!"
As I fail miserably,
Tryin' to get the girl all the Tarlok want.
She's the girl all the Tarlok want!
She's the girl all the Tarlok want!
She's the girl all the Tarlok want!
She's the girl all the Tarlok want!
(There she goes again)
She's the girl all the Tarlok want!
She's the girl all the Tarlok want!
(There she goes again)
She's the girl all the Tarlok want!
She's the girl all the Tarlok want!
Chuck, I know what i want for x-mas
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Sunday, November 30th, 2003
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Ok Guys...
The season of "getting" is upon us and as Becky and I were talking, it seems that if you are all like us, the pocket book's a little skimpy.
So I propose this:
Let's all get together and draw names (secretly). We can do it this weekend during gaming.
Spending Limit = Around $20.00 (More or less is up to you, but if anyone asks... it was $20), and no Joke Gifts ($20 is too expensive a joke)
The last time we do the Guardians Game before X-mas... by my calander... is 13 December 2004 (I think no one wanted to play any closer to the impending psudo-Christian/Pagan holiday). So the plan is this, between 6:00 and 9:00 we have a normal (kinda) holiday get-together. The theme, you ask?
A Forgotten Realms Christmas...
Costumes, Food... everything should be appropreate to the theme. Becky will be coordination who should bring what for food, and we'll do the gift exchange for those who participate at that time.
Now, everyone should keep thier mouths shut on who they picked until the 13th, then we'll do the gifts one at a time, and the culprit can own up if he or she chooses.
Feel free to put an Generic recomendations, sizes... whatever else you think might help someone purchase a gift for ya, here... and for Gods Sake... put your name on your post!
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jealous.