| Session Log: Open Space; Ascendancy Ventures in Open Space | |
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| Hjorthorn | Friday, 15. August 2014, 20:18 Post #1 |
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Open Space Space between destinations. Any events that take place outside of planet's gravitational fields are posted here, as well as events that take place during interplanetary travel.
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| Deleted User | Wednesday, 17. September 2014, 21:44 Post #101 |
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I dismount the large alien's shoulders and unmask myself while walking towards Gryff. I drop my hood and let my hair fall past my shoulders. My mask hangs off my belt and slowly swings back and forth in rhythm with my step. I offer him my outstretched hands, and a Scion weapon I picked up. An idle "I don't know how this works, take it" expression clouding my eyes. "Where are we going?" I quietly ask the group. My voice felt large in this room that was suddenly silent, louder than engines a minute ago. |
| Hjorthorn | Sunday, 12. October 2014, 14:09 Post #102 |
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"We have to reach the main lab, where we saw them," I say, moving towards the door. Scarlet hoists up her cannon and starts walking in the opposite direction. "Where are you going?" I call angrily after her, but she just waves me off and says she'll be back in a few minutes; she wanted to secure this new weapon on her ship for research. I let off a string of expletives and continue deeper. The halls are strangely empty. Had they honestly retreated? I refused to believe it. Cautiously approaching and checking around every corner we encountered. We move through the facility, and eventually near the lab. Sending the station guard back to berate Scarlet for her ineptitude, I take point with Glikeck and burst through the door as it opens. The room is empty, save blood spatters and the large form of the Scion guardian we had seen earlier. I aim my rifle at it, cautiously approaching. "You ąr̀e ̷to̷o͢ la͠t͡e. We h̴a͢ve͠ ̵w̕h̶aţ ͞we ͏came͝ for̡. Do͝n̸'͞t͝ ͢bot̸h̴ęr̀ ͜w̨ast́i̧ng ̵th̡e͞ am͜m̧uni͜t̕i͜o͝n͡ ͡i̧n your ̀pri̡m͠i̛ti̧v͜e͞ ́firea̛r̀m͏; it w̴ou͟l̸d ͢d̷o̕ ̵lit̴tl̀e̕ ̷to͘ ̷st͟op ̨me.͜ Yo͟u͜ ͢a̸r͡e ͡but f̶lies͢ ͟i͏n ͟o̧ur̸ ͡p̀at͞h͏,̶ a mer͡e͢ n̸uis̵anće̸.̨ A̵ ͠dis̴tr̢action.̵ W̢e͢ ̕w͢ill͝ nót b̷o͏th̴er͞ o̧u͢rselves ̵ẁi̵th̴ ͘y̨o͞ur͡ ter̸mi̡n͞at́ion͢.̵ ͝Bưt your ̀ińs̶ole͟nc̕e ͞w̶i̕ll̕ ́n͏ot̛ ̵g͞o ̢un̵h̵ee̕de̕d." It pauses, raising itself up to a more grand position, flexing its tendrils. "Ṕr̷ępa̢re̢ ̴for unf̶or̕e͞s̵e̢en ̡co͢n̵seque͘nce̵s." I open fire, but the Scion shimmers and disappears. A hologram. Swearing, I storm into the room, my head snapping about as I look around for hostiles. An explosion rocks the station. I reach out a hand to steady myself on the wall, as I receive a transmission from the Praesidium's helmsman. "Commander! A ship just appeared around the edge of the station; it fired on the Sparta!" "Fuck!" I yell, slamming a fist against the wall. There is a second blast. "Sir, they just ripped the ship in half with some kind of beam; it's heading straight for-" The feed cuts out, and seconds alter the station shakes and the lights flicker. The gravity lessens quickly, reversing to pull us slowly towards the ceiling. I yell incoherently, pointing at Glickeck, as a third blast sends the the room rotating around us. I finally get a hold of myself. "Glikeck! Cast or something to get us to match the station's rotation! I can't think with all this shit spinning around us!" |
| "Home is where I work, and I work everywhere." -Alfred Nobel | |
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| Deleted User | Sunday, 12. October 2014, 16:44 Post #103 |
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Slamming into the wall at the first explosion, I intercept a similarly horrifying transmission from the Sparta, feeling the blood pour from the other end of the microphone. I stare blankly into space as I hear the screaming suddenly stop as sound was absorbed by the infinite vastness of space. As gravity decreases, I see no reaction from Glickek. I void once more, bringing momentum to my legs and dragging the Captain Praesidium and Glickek to the ground with me by their shoulders, landing a bit harder than we needed to. I pull my metal mask over my face once more, to lessen the amount of things I had to worry about, and find a suitable handhold to prevent myself from floating up. I find some bent piping and cross my legs through it. |
| SpasticReflex | Tuesday, 11. November 2014, 18:17 Post #104 |
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(Some how I forgot this was a thing...) "Shit, sorry lost in thought." He anchored them to one of the walls. "I can give you about half an hour like this, much more, and I will be in the med bay for a couple of days." The large scove did not like the fact that this mission had hit the shitter faster than a trucker after a 24 hour hall. "How you want to do this?" |
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| Deleted User | Tuesday, 11. November 2014, 22:20 Post #105 |
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I quickly move sideways and holster my twin Hand Cannons, stumbling from the explosion but following the group with an almost-twisted anticipation as I hurry to grab on to any form of strong piping or railing; preventing me from falling over, and eventually, my hands find the grip of a large mass of metal-clad cabling and piping nearby. A deep, hearty laughter escapes my voice as I hold on and look to the others, speaking in a thick accent. "HA! It just seems this mission got a whole lot more interesting, eh!" Then again, however, it was no surprise that something would have gone wrong. Of course, I could have never expected the Sparta- The Sparta, no less- to be blown out of the sky that quickly. But my combat sense told me something was off since the moment I finished gearing up. After all, it was Scion. And if there's anything i've learned in the time i've spent so far in this mission, back with Sparta's crew, it was that anything with Scion was not to be trusted. Or, so the saying goes. I preferred to improvise. I press several buttons on my mechanical Armored Vest-suit, as Air-seals deploy from the armholes down to where the hand connectors would have been- Tight, form-fitting, almost. Taking out gloves and a helmet from my pack, I seal the rest of my Armor as I slowly get used to the gravity environment. Disorienting, yes, but nothing I wasn't used to. |
| Deleted User | Wednesday, 12. November 2014, 00:02 Post #106 |
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"Well..." I choke out, trying not to let the tears form in my eyes or voice. "T-there... there goes my ship... and the crew..." I look at Captain Praesidium and stare at him for a moment or so. "Where is Scarlet?" I ask, unsure of the whereabouts of my companions now. |
| Hjorthorn | Wednesday, 12. November 2014, 07:53 Post #107 |
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(Oh, yes, the disadvantages of using the Sparta- a civilian luxury liner- as a battleship.) "You don't have to keep casting, Glickek. Newton's Law and all that." I push off of a wall towards a console, tearing off a panel beneath the flickering screen and examining some wires. "I don't know how much of the station still holds atmosphere," I say. "If you've got a pressure suit, you ought to prime it now." In response to the child's question, I sigh and look upwards. "Most likely dead. To be honest, though, she was kind of a pain in the arse." I hotwire the locked door to the housing area of the station, wincing as there is a very slight loss in the room's pressure. "The station's distress signal is still active and with any luck so are our ships'. Other Ascendancy vessels should be here in a matter of hours once they discover we haven't reported back." |
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| Deleted User | Wednesday, 12. November 2014, 20:02 Post #108 |
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Ships... Still shocked from the sudden termination of my most familiar crew, my movements are shaky and unreliable. I fumble with the small, tough green pack until it was off my back and try to retrieve a quick-deploy suit and prime it. Strapping the thick and heavy strips to my limbs and torso, I mused on the fact that it wouldn't be as sufficient as a professional pressure suit, but it would do the trick for however long we needed to stay here, so long as I wasn't subjected to the vacuum of space for incredulous amounts of time. Missing the lock on my shin strap, I accidentally kick the green pack and it floats towards Gryff. I unlock my leg from the pipe and pull myself towards Glickek momentarily to build momentum into the wall and push off of it. As a kid, I admired my brother for his affinity for flying modes of transport and being able to control almost anything aerial, whether it was animate or inanimate. Here I realized floating and flying were two drastically different things. |
| SpasticReflex | Thursday, 13. November 2014, 10:06 Post #109 |
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"I prefer to have gravity. My brain does not like the whole lack of down thing." It was the large creatures way of saying he had could have never successfully completed a zero-g mission without what he was doing right now. "And I have no idea how vacuum will effect me. Never been very interested in finding out." He patted down his gear making sure everything was where it was supposed to be. "By the Broken Hammer!." He had tried to learn the swearing of the people around him, but when truly upset or surprised; well old habits die hard. "My cloak." He stopped anchoring himself and jumped to the last place he had left it. And there it lay, completely unaffected by the commotion around it. "Thank the Forger." he spoke softly, now he knew that not even gravity would disturb the strange cloth. He pulled it on, and moved to follow his CO. |
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| Hjorthorn | Monday, 17. November 2014, 13:40 Post #110 |
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I push off the nearest object and begin to navigate my back into the housing rings via a series of hops from wall to wall. After two rings we encounter a heavy-duty sealed blast door, a large red light revolving above it. I stop myself and slowly turn to face the following group. "Well, we can certainly force it open. But do we want to? God only knows the conditions on the other side." / / / / / Trinity blinks as a soft tone begins to sound from the bridge of her small homely vessel. Groaning and climbing out of bed, she enters the room to see an indicator for a nearby distress signal. Several, in fact. A civilian liner, a military station (?!), and even a spec-ops gunship. Clearly, quite the happening had occurred there recently. And it was that kind of event that Keepers could usually be found around. Grinning at the prospect of a new prize, Trinity engages a micro-jump into the area. To her surprise- and likely due to lack of further investigation- she enters an asteroid field. Trinity quickly straps herself in and swerves out of the way of a large rock, then several more, finally arriving at a large clearing. Quite the sight met her there. A long station, comprised of several habitation rings mounted around a central pylon extending from a sizeable asteroid, has been smashed apart in the middle by the largest of several pieces of a fairly massive luxury liner. Strange solidified blobs of metal drift about, along with still-red-hot pieces of hull and entire chunks of ship. Nearby, a comparably small gunship drifts with several large red-hot gashes in its hull, lights flickering inside and causing small clouds of debris floating from within to glitter. It looked like some kind of strange cutting beam had been used here, though what kind could simply melt through ships like a hot knife though butter she wasn't sure. Conglomerate? The fabled Syndicate? Even- as she hoped- a Keeper? Eager to discover more, she manoeuvred her small pod closer toward the intact portion of the station. A flickering blue light catches her eye as she passes the large section of the civilian liner. Turning her head, she gasps and grabs for the controls. The core was breached but still burning, spewing out a mess of EM radiation among other exotic particles. She tries to steer away but bumps into a large mass of metal, upsetting her podship and its relatively small inertia. Scrambling to regain control, she finds herself floating slowly closer to the chunk of ship and its dangerous core, disrupting countless shards of metal as she interrupts its debris field. It occurs to Trinity that the tedium of piloting is why most choose instead to operate large ships with very educated pilots, such as mass transport cruisers or civilian liners. A ship this small was easily susceptible to the meddlesome reality of Newton's Law. The RTS module joystick would send the ship spinning one direction, then the other. Trinity began to get the hang of it- short bursts allowed control over the acceleration of the ship's rotation. But by now she was dangerously close to the ruptured core- what would she do? Trinity desperately wished she was in her comfort zone- that being literally anywhere else but the cockpit of a space-faring vessel. Edited by Hjorthorn, Monday, 17. November 2014, 14:07.
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