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2 yrs ago
Need two more people for our Fantasy + Sci-fi roleplay - we have angry burning trees!
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New interest check is live, check it outttt
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If i could go back now, i wouldn't change a thing
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New roleplay: https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/189457-the-eye-of-the-needle-where-fantasy-and-sci-fi-collide/ooc
Hey, I'm Catharyn! I joined the Roleplayer Guild on 2nd Feb 2011, then rejoined on the 17th Jan 2014 after Guildfall.
I was active every day until late 2015, accruing (i think) around 7k posts across dozens of roleplays. Then, I started working and had to gradually slow down my RP schedule. In 2017, I officially went on hiatus when other commitments got fully in the way of roleplaying.
This continued until the COVID-19 pandemic hit, when I suddenly realised I had a lot more free time in lockdown! So in mid-2020, I returned to the Guild with a vengeance. I also managed to get The Cradle 1x1 off the ground - a story i've had percolating for almost a decade.
My posting schedule has slowed down a bit now that the world has opened up again. I still love science fiction, fantasy and espionage themes, and generally aim for around 300 words per post.
Hey, I'm Catharyn! I joined the Roleplayer Guild on 2nd Feb 2011, then rejoined on the 17th Jan 2014 after Guildfall.
I was active every day until late 2015, accruing (i think) around 7k posts across dozens of roleplays. Then, I started working and had to gradually slow down my RP schedule. In 2017, I officially went on hiatus when other commitments got fully in the way of roleplaying.
This continued until the COVID-19 pandemic hit, when I suddenly realised I had a lot more free time in lockdown! So in mid-2020, I returned to the Guild with a vengeance. I also managed to get The Cradle 1x1 off the ground - a story i've had percolating for almost a decade.
My posting schedule has slowed down a bit now that the world has opened up again. I still love science fiction, fantasy and espionage themes, and generally aim for around 300 words per post.
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WELCOME BACK!! I also came back from a 3 year hiatus during COVID and love writing again. 
You have very similar interests to me - I've also been trying to motivate myself for some kind of 2x2 for a while... Do you have any specific ideas for RPs right now?
You have very similar interests to me - I've also been trying to motivate myself for some kind of 2x2 for a while... Do you have any specific ideas for RPs right now?
Dill...
Joao Sequiera, Benoit Souza and their retinues had been co-ordinating the Outreman side of the preparations from cars. While heading to LHA Hale’s chosen residence, the supercarrier OSC Latinkon, they’d been desperately calling round their Tindrel & QV contacts. The Rothians had pressed ahead with a meeting of five civilisations to discuss Psi-Helios, and all their skeletons were poised to leap out of the closet.
Eventually, the two senior officials had to brief Hale on Outremer’s activity in the system, or risk him finding out from someone else. A Naval Intelligence blacksite may have been training indigenous proxies to fight prospectors from the other three treaty participants. Other operators may have been intentionally provoking the Tindrel & Qalian-Vosh, to stimulate the supply of advanced weapons to both sides.
“Oh you fucking cretins. Why didn’t you tell me before?” Hale shouted at them from behind his desk, deep within the supercarrier’s hull.
“We didn’t want you to get mixed up in all this. Outreman’s are already angry at the establishment for all the unpleasantness in the Cradle. We were trying to manage this covertly.” Souza shot back. Both of them were stood at the other end of the desk, hands clasped behind their backs.
Hale sighed, steepling his long bony fingers on the desk.
"Tell me everything then. We don't have much time."
"We have options when it comes to Psi-Helios, Datius Jharn. When it comes to our Cradle, things become a lot more tricky." LHA Hale replied, waggling one finger.
"These aliens have been trying to get their grubby appendages on our crown jewel for a hundred years or more! They won't be so tolerant of its eccentricities and flashes of insanity. They will enslave the Cradle-proper to work for them, crippled and braindead. My men tell me the Navigator is still not fully bonded with the Cradle - it can be separated off and destroyed." Hale was a great orator, with a clear and distinguished voice.
"We can't afford to let that happen."
Benoit Souza jumped in.
"By contrast, the Psi-Helios situation is much more fluid. Our sources close by have said both sides have been massing troops on either side of the system for months. If we tell them something like the Navigator or the Cradle is hidden beneath their feet, there is no predicting what they'll do."
Eventually, the two senior officials had to brief Hale on Outremer’s activity in the system, or risk him finding out from someone else. A Naval Intelligence blacksite may have been training indigenous proxies to fight prospectors from the other three treaty participants. Other operators may have been intentionally provoking the Tindrel & Qalian-Vosh, to stimulate the supply of advanced weapons to both sides.
“Oh you fucking cretins. Why didn’t you tell me before?” Hale shouted at them from behind his desk, deep within the supercarrier’s hull.
“We didn’t want you to get mixed up in all this. Outreman’s are already angry at the establishment for all the unpleasantness in the Cradle. We were trying to manage this covertly.” Souza shot back. Both of them were stood at the other end of the desk, hands clasped behind their backs.
Hale sighed, steepling his long bony fingers on the desk.
"Tell me everything then. We don't have much time."
"We have options when it comes to Psi-Helios, Datius Jharn. When it comes to our Cradle, things become a lot more tricky." LHA Hale replied, waggling one finger.
"These aliens have been trying to get their grubby appendages on our crown jewel for a hundred years or more! They won't be so tolerant of its eccentricities and flashes of insanity. They will enslave the Cradle-proper to work for them, crippled and braindead. My men tell me the Navigator is still not fully bonded with the Cradle - it can be separated off and destroyed." Hale was a great orator, with a clear and distinguished voice.
"We can't afford to let that happen."
Benoit Souza jumped in.
"By contrast, the Psi-Helios situation is much more fluid. Our sources close by have said both sides have been massing troops on either side of the system for months. If we tell them something like the Navigator or the Cradle is hidden beneath their feet, there is no predicting what they'll do."
The Tindrel Ambassador burbled quietly, then turned off sound and talked to someone off-holo for a while. João Sequeira conferred with Benoit Souza too - they had become quite a formidable team in the maelstrom following the government dissolution. Their goals seemed to change by the hour, but that was all part of a front for organised defence of Outremer’s holdings and status abroad.
Finally, the Ambassador resumed the conversation after twenty minutes. This was quite common with the Tindrel.
“That is a Demilitarised Control system. As part of the agreement, Tindrel, Qalian-Vosh and Earther parties must consent to any civilian access. What is your objective here?”
Finally, the Ambassador resumed the conversation after twenty minutes. This was quite common with the Tindrel.
“That is a Demilitarised Control system. As part of the agreement, Tindrel, Qalian-Vosh and Earther parties must consent to any civilian access. What is your objective here?”
Welcome to the Guild! I'm always glad when more GMT roleplayers join!
The Ambassador gurgled within his chest cavity.
“I am a Tindrel representative to Outremer, not Rothian space… João what say you?” Tindrel language was an eclectic mix of gurgles, subvocals and clicks - but this translation sounded to
the senior diplomat like how he imagined an eloquent house parrot might speak.
Most of the Committee had left for other engagements by now, including Lord Hale. He and Souza could approach this however he wanted.
“This is a courtesy call. So far we don’t have any evidence to suggest these ghost ships are more than some isolated incident.”
João barely had time to finish before the Ambassador interrupted.
“Hmmmm. Ok. Thanks for letting us know. I will inform my superiors.”
“I am a Tindrel representative to Outremer, not Rothian space… João what say you?” Tindrel language was an eclectic mix of gurgles, subvocals and clicks - but this translation sounded to
the senior diplomat like how he imagined an eloquent house parrot might speak.
Most of the Committee had left for other engagements by now, including Lord Hale. He and Souza could approach this however he wanted.
“This is a courtesy call. So far we don’t have any evidence to suggest these ghost ships are more than some isolated incident.”
João barely had time to finish before the Ambassador interrupted.
“Hmmmm. Ok. Thanks for letting us know. I will inform my superiors.”
They decided to contact the Tindrel representatives first.
The Tindrel embassy on Babylon was among the biggest. But it was also located relatively close to the Tower of Babel. So, they had been among the first to evacuate when the Navigator was reunited with the Cradle beneath the city. The Ambassador and most staff had been relocated under police escort to a row of townhouses on one side of a prestigious planned square called Félicien Place:
The houses were purposefully nostalgic, and the Tindrel were too large for the Human-sized rooms, so they had fallen back on the old ways. Junior staff clung to the ceiling with four of their legs as they worked. The higher up the hierarchy you were, the lower you were to the ground. Specialised equipment was stacked up in corners.
The Ambassador had been writing his report for his superiors on Tind when the request came through. Patching through on a secure line, he saw a row of faces looking at him. Some of the faces were very recognisable, and not all Human. Very curious. His mandibles tapped together instinctively, and he shifted from one set of legs to the other.
“Firm greetings of this day to you all. What is the meaning of this ambush?”
The Tindrel embassy on Babylon was among the biggest. But it was also located relatively close to the Tower of Babel. So, they had been among the first to evacuate when the Navigator was reunited with the Cradle beneath the city. The Ambassador and most staff had been relocated under police escort to a row of townhouses on one side of a prestigious planned square called Félicien Place:
The houses were purposefully nostalgic, and the Tindrel were too large for the Human-sized rooms, so they had fallen back on the old ways. Junior staff clung to the ceiling with four of their legs as they worked. The higher up the hierarchy you were, the lower you were to the ground. Specialised equipment was stacked up in corners.
The Ambassador had been writing his report for his superiors on Tind when the request came through. Patching through on a secure line, he saw a row of faces looking at him. Some of the faces were very recognisable, and not all Human. Very curious. His mandibles tapped together instinctively, and he shifted from one set of legs to the other.
“Firm greetings of this day to you all. What is the meaning of this ambush?”
“What of these combine ships - can we link them to Psi-Helios?” Outremer’s interim leader broke his silence and appeared prominently on a large window. Lord High Admiral Hale was a military man with nearly one hundred years of experience, his voice crackled like old parchment, but his grey-blue eyes were still bright.
Group Admiral Zihdren puffed out - this was his moment.
“Their attacks grow in frequency and strength, my lord. The Navy has repelled their advances and tried to board and disable them. Unfortunately they have some sort of self-destruct mechanism. No significant wreckage remains.”
“And we have no other avenues of inquiry?”
Benoit Souza answered. “We have begun to dispatch teams to known inhabited worlds, but the process-”.
“Then there is no time to waste. Summon the Tindrel and Qalian-Vosh ambassadors today - inform them of the threat in broad terms and explain that Outremer and Rothia will be conducting joint exercises around the Psi-Helios system as a precaution. They can either fall in line or be destroyed.
Hale’s eyes focused on Datius Jharn, towering over her in the conference room. “I think it's time to put our new alliance to good use.”
Group Admiral Zihdren puffed out - this was his moment.
“Their attacks grow in frequency and strength, my lord. The Navy has repelled their advances and tried to board and disable them. Unfortunately they have some sort of self-destruct mechanism. No significant wreckage remains.”
“And we have no other avenues of inquiry?”
Benoit Souza answered. “We have begun to dispatch teams to known inhabited worlds, but the process-”.
“Then there is no time to waste. Summon the Tindrel and Qalian-Vosh ambassadors today - inform them of the threat in broad terms and explain that Outremer and Rothia will be conducting joint exercises around the Psi-Helios system as a precaution. They can either fall in line or be destroyed.
Hale’s eyes focused on Datius Jharn, towering over her in the conference room. “I think it's time to put our new alliance to good use.”
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