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Current Getting that I'm feeling watched feeling again...who are all these people stalking...err...visiting my profile? Ahhhh stranger danger.
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I just wanna sleep...
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9 mos ago
Just one more day again...one more...I hate long shifts...
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1 yr ago
One more day on shift...then a half day to feel human again...adulting sucks.
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2 yrs ago
Starfield may have been the sci fi game I needed to replace Elite Dangerous

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Aww.

Well thank you for the spectacular RP appreciated. Have a great day boss.
Alright.



So I guess what I would like is ideas one what you may want me to include in the write up I intend to do one how the rest of the chapters would have gone. What options do you think you all would have picked? What would you have done in each chapter? I'll do a big write up story like on it all and post it as a RP ending summary.
Alright...

So, I want to apologize, this has been a long time yet again with no post from me. And I'm sorry for that.

I want to say though I'm considering bringing this RP to a premature close. Now I know you guys will say, "No, why?"

With my RL work load I'm having a hard time keeping up with all my RPs, on top of GMing Conflict. I can't keep up with RL work, RPs and GMing. I come home tired from work and off shift I barely have the energy to catch back up before I'm back to work.

I had planned for no less then 6 chapters, with one come to an end soon actually. And we had written so well, I was going to have us take the good ending out and not the bad ending.

But I can't find the energy to keep up with us and that's what gets me. I don't like that I take so long trying to give you guys good posts and guidance into the next section.

Now since day one, I've had an idea in my head for a RP end summary if it ever came to an end before we could write our way there. But I want to give you a guys a say in it too.

I'll let you guys get a say in if you want me to write out what I had in mind or we can trade some discourse here, I can tell you what I had in mind for the other 4 chapters before the end, and then with your input write up a Game End summary.

Maybe some day in the future I may try Conflict again.

In the meantime I just want to thank you guys for your persistence and determination to stick with me here.

Again thank you, and I'm sorry for the state of things and the premature end of the RP.
Awww. Though I get the point about a Fulgarite or a Corpuscarii being in a larger group.

It's too bad about this RP. This would have been a truly amazing idea IMO.
How about an electro-priest? Or something like that? Always up for a 40k RP and an Adeptus Mechanicus theme no less? Please may I take part?
Fireteam Condor
Let's go fly like a Kite!


Freya looked left, right back over her shoulder then forwards to make sure everything is clear then giggled, "I've always wanted my very own helium rig. Mama knows her stuff." She slapped the flight helmet rig that would go under her armor helmet. Immediately hearing all the support and take off crew talking over the comms. She spoke clear into her mic, "Frigga calling in. Suit is finishing inflation, buoyancy at 90%. We're starting to rise." She checked her flight stick for the jets that would act as both propulsion and maneuvering, "Jets checking out, HUD 100% active." Frigga turned her head a few times back and forth then smiled as the satellite link synced, "Guidance system checks. Final inflation..." The helium suit reached its safe inflation limit. Frigga looked back"Passengers are secure..and..three..two..one...mark!" Vincent hit the switch to release the wires. And Freya eased the throttle on the jets up, for just a few moments they didn't move. Then the lighter then air gas did its thing the thrust from the jets pushing them into the air.

And soon they are in the air. Frigga opened the jets up abit more putting on somemore speed and lift getting them up to a cruising height. Then outting more power to thr jets and the team is soon aligned to their objective in the distance.

After a short bit Freya patches into Sam and Skye on the comms, "Copy on the no showboatting madam." She chuckled, "Now then, welcome to Frigga Airlines, this is a Frequent Flyer sponsored flight so if you have your card make sure it gets scanned. We'll be cruising just below radar height, not that any radar would pick this rig up as anything bigger then a bird. Emergency exits are easy to reach just unhook yourself and jump. There is no smoking on this flight but who am I to stop you?" Her laughter caused the comms to spike briefly.

Her big armored paw on the flight stick is light and sure as they near the peaks, she adjusted abit then spoke over the joint team and support channel, "Getting some tug from cross winds." One of the faceless support techs responding, "Madam Frigga adjust your heading 017 degrees right, it'll take you tight to one of the peaks, but should limit cross wind buffering." Frigga adjusted and scooted by the spire of rock and ice, "Good call there support continuing on mission." She reopened the jets and continued mov8ng the team.
It's just a swipe to the left and s hack to the right


The Dwarf in the heavy armor roared, a dark heavy sound as heavy as his weapon as heavy as his armor. The riders came. And the knight scored first, one for the man it seems. But Bors would not let it go uncontested. As a rider leaned over in their saddle a mace in hand ready to deliver a blow, the dwarf crowed and lowered his head. The blow coming down on his head. Normally something like that would have killed someone. But instead there is a great ringing sound and Bors laughs, "Tolling the dead?" He laughs as he lifts his head and brings that great two handed tool around and hacks the legs out from under the horse. The rider was staring at the shattered handle of the mace where it broke after meeting the reinforced helmet of the Deep Miners armor. And barely barces before the horse they are on loses its right legs and goes tumbling.

Bors growls, "That one is mine!" As he charges the stricken raider. The person barely having time to raise a hand in defense before Bors leaps and brings the axe head of his weapon down. Cleaving through ring mail with almost casual ease. A spray of blood wetting the dwarfs chest plate and face mask. He growls and it's a gain that can be felt behind the metal face plate, "Yes...there it is." He's so busy prying his axepick loose that he has no time to defend from another rider leveling his spear and placing the tip right in the middle of his armored back. And it just catches but the shriek as the spear time skids off alerts the dwarf who spins and beings his tool around one handed, taking the rider full in the side of the chest with the pick. A pull with a grunt unhorses the person.

Bors begins to laugh as he runs a gauntleted hand over his weapon, "Wonderful..." The Dwarf turns then to witness the woodland thing be laid low. He snarled and would have charged the lizard himself had the great armored thing not engaged it. He barely heard the one human, something about keeping one alive. He snarled then, "Survivors? No, bleed them all dry! Cut through them, rend them open and leave all their corpses for the worms and crows!" Bors looks about trying ro find himself another target then.
I can try for a post this weekend. My new security post has intermittent and sketchy data signal and I'm too tired at the end of the day to try and post anything. Heck all I eanna do at the end of a 12 hour day is eat play an hour or two of games then go to bed. So bear with me. I'll get something out again.
You can do it Mikey!


A man in a vest groaned. Gods it hurt!

He looked at his arm, the magical burn taking the form of angry looking red, a yellow cracks in his skin, at the moment they are glowing bright red white, and he can feel his magical reserves running on fumes almost.

He thought for abit his contribution made.

But how can you say no, when another legend in the industry of myth comes along?

Baba Yaga?

How do you say no to the famous Lady of the Hut?

With a groan, and the help of his diefic friends. He gets to his feet. And reaches into Manabozho's vest pocket, "I know I told you never to let me use it..." A chunk of what looks like some kind of root being held in the Shaman's fingers. Manabozho scrambling to grab it, "But at this point we need the pick me up."

And Micheal crunches down on the root, and swallows the juices created. howling in pain as his magic is partially restored, at the cost of the burn and cracks on his arm, increasing.

Micheal doesn't seem to care at that moment as he picks his tomahawk back up, and carves the Cree Runes for Water and Wind into the ground at his feet, planting his left foor on Water and his Right on Wind, and starts to sing. His gods joining in, as the Shaman begins a buffing ritual, to give his friends that extra physical, mental and emotional push needed to finish this out.
Giddy Science Girl


Freya sits in her seat, a plate of ribs beside her which she slowly devours...in an almost sexual way as the briefing gets under way. If Athena is the true sec on legs of the siblings and Jamie is the chase child who doesn't realize he's hot, that means Freya is right in the middle, maybe, all depends how she feels that day maybe. Certainly by the fact she's eatting these ribs in the most innocently lewd way she can. Maybe she's just trying to throw Skye off, or make the play back of the recordings of the briefing be extremely uncomfortable to watch. Who knows?

As the briefing goes Freya slowly starts to sit up straighter, as something comes to her. Skye is speaking of something very near and dear to her heart! She cleans herself up and waits, then squees and leaps to her feet, "You got my Mums permission? Oh my gods I hope she has the one she prepared for me! It has a custom paint scheme!" She giggles and jumps up and down, bobbing in all the right places.

Yeah she might be doing it a little on purpose.

With the briefing over she'd rushed off to go and get suited up, oh gracious it'd be nice to get back into the skies.

Patagonia, Chile

Fireteam Condor

Frigga. Is. Go.


Freya is getting her harness in just the right way.

"It's important my Thrud."

She can hear the voice in her head, a nickname her dad use sometimes. And was always interesting to be likened to the daughter of Thor. Maybe that's how she got her love for hammers. She hums. And keeps working.

"There's a certain amount of trust, it's true, but it's always important to check and recheck yourself. These things can be tricky."

And that's her moms voice, about the first time she took them all up, Jamie, Athena and her up on one of these things. They were young, teens yet, and not quite sure where they wanted to go. But a trip up on the suit her mother had upgraded and babied. And her and Athena had been hooked. Helped her aunties Antoine and Svetlana absolutely loved them too. Several strong ladies who adored this method of travel, it really helped to get it into her head. She smiled over at Sam, "Hey girl, just give me a second here, these harnesses are tricky. And then...I gotta climb inside it." She giggles a little. And tippy toe dances abit, "It's been a fair bit Sam, getting into this." She finally rights the harness and attaches all the clasps, "Okay...help me get it." And starts to climb into the suit.

She steps carefully up, and has to shimmy and slide and slip, stopping several times, and with Sam's help get into position. Part way calling, "Nearly in position for Gas Up!" She shouts. Then swears softly, "My foot is caught on an internal line..." She wiggles and moves, face twisted in a look of concentration, "Maybe if I...oh don't wanna break it...hang on..." She shifts then smiles, "Ah there." Then squeezes the rest of the way in, "Okay...ground wires attached!" She nods, "Sam attached the inflation lines. Time to get big." She giggles happily.

It takes about 30 minutes.

And soon the suit is near fully inflated, a matte grey with silver lines and wires, the propulsion engines whirring as they calibrate. Pulling attention though while on the ground...

On the right rear cheek of the suit the Norwegian Flag, a tribute to her Dad, Freya being somewhat of a daddy's girl. But it's the left cheek, with the graphic of a big kissy emote, as if to say, "Kiss my Ass" to everyone who can see it.

Frigga shifts and nods, "Inflation 90%, gonna hold on the last 10% until we're ready to go. Already getting hard to stay on the ground even with the grounding wires. You're chariot is ready to go folks." The giant in a balloon suit grins, reclining in it almost casually.
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