| 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, 20. August 2014, 15:50 Post #61 |
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I walk up behind the group "who is this and what do we know" I'm in my full suit of armor, including the helmet, it's glowing red visors stare strait at the guard, my wing shields displayed behind me, my 4 ft long pulse rifle in my hands |
| Maximum | Wednesday, 20. August 2014, 15:52 Post #62 |
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"alright you sadist freak, i swear, all recon and spec ops groups are the same... I typed in the code, ya happy?" He turns around "so...who's she?"
Edited by Maximum, Wednesday, 20. August 2014, 15:52.
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| Hjorthorn | Wednesday, 20. August 2014, 16:17 Post #63 |
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I punch the merc in the shoulder, informing him that it was not wise to obstruct military business, and proceed into the labs. It is mostly silent, but a rough mechanical voice echoes down the hall and I motion for everyone to stop, then crouch low and proceed cautiously. "Co͠op͘e̕r̢ation ̵is m͢o̕s̢t͏ ͘f͟ąvo͢uŕa̛b̕le͡ ͞i̸n̴ y̵o͠ur ̷ci͠rc͝ums̶t͡ance̛, r̀e̷p͠t̛ile͞." says the voice, which is deep in pitch and immensely threatening. "Yo͘ur͜ conti̛nu̴e̡d ͠ręsis̡t͢ance ͝w͘il̕l be r͢e̴c͡ei͏ved wi̴t͢ḩ ͝fu͞r̨t̶her̢ ́ṕunis͝h̸m͢ent͜." I head quickly up a flight of stairs to an observation room. Peering through the glass at the brightly-lit glass chamber, we see various scientists and officers from the station crouched and bound in a row, while a tall and obviously Scion being paces back and forth between them, balanced delicately on its stilt feet. ![]() Several Scion drones stand nearby too, their guns lowered as they guard the entrances to the chamber. The chamber itself appears to be littered with Scion technology, half-disassembled, and includes the frozen body of a Scion soldier from the First War. Scarlet, were she present, would recognise all this as pieces from the arctic world they first encountered the Scion on, several months earlier, when searching for Guillotine. "Jesus Christ," I murmur, staring in fascination at the, for lack of a better word, alien creatures. "W̵e͡ll?͢" asks the Scion. "W͜ill͝ yo̡u ͠tel͘l ̛us͢?" The Hantar, covered already in scratches and trembling in pain, shakes his head. The Scion stops, and the claws on the end of one of its tendrils flickers with electricity. Then it slashes lighting-fast at the Hantar, knocking him back and putting a fresh scratch on his face. The other tendril dexterously whips him into the air by the leg and the energised one smacks him back into the ground, electrocuting him again. Edited by Hjorthorn, Wednesday, 20. August 2014, 16:20.
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| Maximum | Wednesday, 20. August 2014, 16:22 Post #64 |
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The PMC stays silent and observes the strange beings, keeping a low profile. |
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| shibewrath | Wednesday, 20. August 2014, 16:24 Post #65 |
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Cautiously, she follows the Captain, her pistol at the ready. |
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| Deleted User | Wednesday, 20. August 2014, 16:26 Post #66 |
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I speak quietly into the comm in my helmet witch is connected to the other captains helmet "engage, hold position, if possible keep the hostages alive" |
| Maximum | Wednesday, 20. August 2014, 16:30 Post #67 |
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The PMC silently draws his compact assault weapon, getting ready for the worst |
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| Hjorthorn | Wednesday, 20. August 2014, 16:36 Post #68 |
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I stand to fire, but realise that this was a weapons testing facility. It would, of course, have every failsafe to keep weapons from being used unlawfully, would rebels or the like sneak in. The Scion's head snaps up at us, and the guards rush out into the hall. I swear, running back down and to the door to the room. Locked, and worse, the console was dark The Scion had control of the system here. I begin running through towards the endless corridors of various labs. We had to take the route the route that the Scion had taken, all the way though the labs. Raising my weapon, I palm open the door into the first hall, carefully entering and listening for any activity. |
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| shibewrath | Wednesday, 20. August 2014, 16:39 Post #69 |
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Swearing twice as much, she continues to follow the captain. "This will be all sorts of interesting." She says. |
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| Deleted User | Wednesday, 20. August 2014, 16:40 Post #70 |
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I follow gryff, not bothering to ask why he didnt shoot I switch my heavy rifle for my pulse pistol, my free hand grabbing my plasma sword but not yet turning it on |
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