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Plunder of the stars!

"Copy that, I'll do what I can," radioed Iona, although her voice was laden with uncertainty as she breached the liner on her own. Usually it was inevitable that someone would try to play the hero, and it was easy enough to put them down but if there were any witnesses the idea usually spread. Under her mask, she scowled, but in appearance she was cooly making her way down the hallway, her bolt gun in one relaxed hand, toward the ship's brain.

The door had been locked. She rolled her eyes, tapped a few keys on her robotic arm, and sent a small EMP through the local electronics. With an almost-defeated sounding hiss the door opened and Iona stepped inside, her gaze sweeping over the captain as well as what looked like several electricians whose expressions said that they'd been caught in the act of something. "Come here, Cap," she ordered calmly to the crusty-looking captain. "I won't hurt you," she added as he complied, "as long as your little pals over here stop what they're doing."

The electricians looked up and Iona ordered them to their knees with their hands on their heads.

Plunder of the stars!

I enjoyed it.

Plunder of the stars!

Iona was nearly giddy; she was practically like a hound that had scented its prey. Her primary, and most important, job would begin when they'd docked, but that didn't mean she couldn't begin now. She used a device mounted to her cybernetic arm to put together a radio message after leaving to stand in the hall where she could concentrate. Iona decided that it should be short, sweet and to the point:

"Hello. As you know, if you're not asleep on the job, your liner is being... visited. There is no use putting up a fight. We have control, and if we do not get a return radio message telling us of your surrender within one hour, we will open fire."

End message. She sent the robotic-sounding voice recording and called out to Angelo, "Message sent. Be on the lookout for announcement of surrender within the hour." And with that, she headed off, ready to board. This was her favorite part.

Werewolf Roleplay - OPEN

Aldo dove sideways with only inches to spare between his flesh and the horrible jaws of the rabid werewolf. For just the smallest moment his eyes were wide at how narrowly he'd escaped being bitten, and his muzzle wrinkled at their attacker's foul breath. Heart in his throat, he leaped into the air and tore a branch off a tree, swinging clumsily with his jaws; if nothing else this would keep some distance between he and Vashti, and the diseased intruder.

I think I'm going to have to shift and club her, he told Vashti. He gulped nervously. Wish me luck.

Plunder of the stars!

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The Darwin Project (An asylum roleplay)

A small, orange bottle of pills with Lucille's name on it hit her on the back of her head, making her turn on one heel and snatch it before it hit the ground. She opened it, hands shaking, as if it were a bottle of water and she was stranded in the desert, and she took one dry before pocketing the bottle. She half-listened to Christopher, dizzy with relief and staring as usual. What fascinating eyes; she'd never seen the eyes of a blind person before. Shyly Lucille waved a hand in front of his face to test him, although she didn't really need to be told twice.

It was clear now that she was starting to calm down with that situation avoided and her antipsychotics working their way into her bloodstream.

She hesitated a moment, wondering if she could trust these people, and reminding herself that she had no choice, she reluctantly said, "I'll team." She glanced at Connor and Lester.

The Darwin Project (An asylum roleplay)

Just to reiterate in case I overstep boundaries- it's okay if I write in said pills getting chucked? @Tip

Plunder of the stars!

I third that.

Plunder of the stars!

"Don't make me think of that day," muttered Iona to Lucas, her voice muffled heavily by the mask. "I was heaving over the toilet for a whole Terran week after that. I was convinced half my electronics would fail because they were just so clogged with shit." Even with half her face covered, the scowl was obvious. "And I didn't want anything to do with chocolate for a little while after," she added.

She stood quickly at the sound of the siren, alert as a dog that had just locked on to a squirrel. Her tone changed to something that sounded almost businesslike as she checked that she had her weapons: "Best of luck to you all, not that you'll need it. Happy hunting." She fired a gun-like device into the air, although it wasn't a gun and simply shot out a sharp, barbed bolt and was clearly meant for short distance. One of these in the brainstem and Iona's victims were nice, quiet and dead. She retracted the bolt and waited.

Plunder of the stars!

"Good as the Morganian sweets? Impossible. No such thing. What a silly question," said Iona with a light tinge of sarcasm in her voice. She wouldn't admit that as much as she'd loved that rich Morganian chocolate, its taste had faded from her memory. Ten years will do that to a person. Her grin faded a little; maybe this next heist would deliver the goods she really wanted: the chocolate and the strong booze that could make a person gag at first- but not Iona.

Iona winked at Angelo, appreciating the flirt, and leaned back in her seat partially to listen and partially to watch her crewmates damn-near finish the chocolate she'd been hoping to binge on herself, apart from sharing with the Captain for good luck. "Toss me into a waste airlock or something--preferably trash and not feces--and I'll take out security, as usual," she said. She'd been through this many times now. She was ready.

She jabbed a thumb toward Paul. "If you find any chocolate, refill my stocks, will ya?" And with that, up her mask went.