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STATUS: Smarty Jones... Just... Consider removing the 'Smarty' part of your name if you're going to try and kick up a side-argument here, there's no reason for that. Otherwise, let's just move on. 3 yrs ago
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Smarty Jones... Just... Consider removing the 'Smarty' part of your name if you're going to try and kick up a side-argument here, there's no reason for that. Otherwise, let's just move on.
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People don't tend to think about rules when in disputes. Instead, just point out that whoever stops arguing first gets to see the other make a fool of themselves if they going after it all stopped.
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The best part about being on the Guild this long is that nowadays, I can sit back and chuckle as the newcomers try to start a fight an instead get all the old hands ganging up on them. Popcorn for me.
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Got my first covid vaccination today. I was terrified, but the staff there were very well trained and things went well.
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Every few minutes playing Mass Effect: Legendary Edition, I tear up from the memories. It's not often you get a game that truly pulls at the same heartstrings as your childhood playthrough's once did.
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Fay walked inside of the meeting room, her guard automatically taking up a flanking position in the corner of the room if he was needed. Fay herself sat down in a vacant chair, closest to her guard, putting one hand on top of the other on her lap and looking directly at whoever was talking to her. The man happened to know her name, so it was only polite of him to offer his own. However, she did not leap to ask this, since he already had asked a question, and an important one at that.
"Sir, if I may say, I am one of several leaders of WUSO, one of which is our head-leader, and others may have varying opinions compared to mine. However, our main opinion remains the same, that we simply could be at peace and live in space. If we weaponize our stations, and begin to develop point defense as well as ammunition, we could fight off any boarding attempts. WUSO has a hierarchy system, and can keep order between ourselves. We don't know of the customs you perform. The saying goes 'innocent until proven guilty', but to me, it's 'guilty until proven innocent'. In our current state, we can not tell our allies from our enemies, one of the main reasons I brought brought two men with me, one of which is not here, as per your rules," Fay says. I brought two with me, but in reality there were three. One woman had snuck off plainclothed into the station, an informant to spy on the station. You can never be too safe.
"Ultimately, I cannot propose the best survival plan, as I am no mayor trained to organised a space colony," Fay finishes her small speech.
"Sir, if I may say, I am one of several leaders of WUSO, one of which is our head-leader, and others may have varying opinions compared to mine. However, our main opinion remains the same, that we simply could be at peace and live in space. If we weaponize our stations, and begin to develop point defense as well as ammunition, we could fight off any boarding attempts. WUSO has a hierarchy system, and can keep order between ourselves. We don't know of the customs you perform. The saying goes 'innocent until proven guilty', but to me, it's 'guilty until proven innocent'. In our current state, we can not tell our allies from our enemies, one of the main reasons I brought brought two men with me, one of which is not here, as per your rules," Fay says. I brought two with me, but in reality there were three. One woman had snuck off plainclothed into the station, an informant to spy on the station. You can never be too safe.
"Ultimately, I cannot propose the best survival plan, as I am no mayor trained to organised a space colony," Fay finishes her small speech.
Fay nods in response. "Understood," she says. Turning to her guards, she begins to gesture to them, and with their free hands, they gesture back. One guard nods, before getting the other guard's rifle put in his other hand. He looked like some strange commando from an old comic book, a rifle in each hand. "Signal if needed." He says, stepping back to rest against a wall, keeping watch. The reason that was said out loud was to make sure there wasn't any messing around going to happen. Fay finally turns around again. "We definitely agree. Please, take us to your meeting room.
Well, ya know, I did kinda see that this RP is marked as 'casual'... Heheh.
"Affirmative, we are starting docking procedures now," Fay says, gesturing to the navigational officer, though he was already on task. It took around ten minutes to precisely move and dock the station with the other station. In that time, Fay had notified Jennifer of her actions, and then proceeded down to the main airlock with two infantrymen of Talos squad, fully kitted out with assault rifles in their arms and pistols at their waists. Fay herself had a pistol at her waist, but wasn't as kitted out, to show she was the main girl at the scene. "Morning," she said, once the airlock had let the trio through. "Take us to... Wherever you are going to take us."
@Catchphrase mentioned.
Fay smiled as she got a response from Epsilon, and in turn, began to make her own response. By now, the SPL (survival party leader) had entered the command center. Fay nodded once to him, before speaking.
"Epsilon, Iron Lady. We have four weeks worth of food, few weapons and little ammunition. We're trying to grow our own food, but almost nobody is that good at it, and it's a failing attempt. We request that we dock with you, and initiate relations." She says monotone, as if reading from a script.
Fay smiled as she got a response from Epsilon, and in turn, began to make her own response. By now, the SPL (survival party leader) had entered the command center. Fay nodded once to him, before speaking.
"Epsilon, Iron Lady. We have four weeks worth of food, few weapons and little ammunition. We're trying to grow our own food, but almost nobody is that good at it, and it's a failing attempt. We request that we dock with you, and initiate relations." She says monotone, as if reading from a script.
@Catchphrase mentioned.
Slowly, the Iron Lady drifts closer, eventually being forced to drift. By now, the Talos team leaders, plus Jennifer, the squad leader, were notified, but remained at normal duty. Fay taps her lips, the rest of the commander center crew all nervous. The navigator never ceased to, every two minutes, ask to decelerate, so it was a joy when Fay finally told him to slow down, as they arrived very close to the station. A few moments later, Fay said those special words; "Patch me to their communications." A moment later, communications gave her a thumbs-up.
"Surrounding... Stations," Fay begins, unsure of whether to call them stations or ships. "This is sergeant Fay Powell of the Iron Lady, the station of the Wendell United Survivor Operations. We come in peace, but are prepared for war, if you so choose to fight. We have escaped from the siege of Wendell by the Crawl, so we want to collaborate, and survive," she says, feeling slightly embarrassed at the manner of which she was speaking.
Slowly, the Iron Lady drifts closer, eventually being forced to drift. By now, the Talos team leaders, plus Jennifer, the squad leader, were notified, but remained at normal duty. Fay taps her lips, the rest of the commander center crew all nervous. The navigator never ceased to, every two minutes, ask to decelerate, so it was a joy when Fay finally told him to slow down, as they arrived very close to the station. A few moments later, Fay said those special words; "Patch me to their communications." A moment later, communications gave her a thumbs-up.
"Surrounding... Stations," Fay begins, unsure of whether to call them stations or ships. "This is sergeant Fay Powell of the Iron Lady, the station of the Wendell United Survivor Operations. We come in peace, but are prepared for war, if you so choose to fight. We have escaped from the siege of Wendell by the Crawl, so we want to collaborate, and survive," she says, feeling slightly embarrassed at the manner of which she was speaking.
Heh, I always find it funny how when everyone writes a few lines, I decide to just say "F*** it," and write four large paragraphs.
@Catchphrase mentioned
The space station belonging to Wendell United Survivor Operations, also known as WUSO, mostly drifted through space, only taking gentle puffs of propellant to make course corrections as it drifted slowly. There was no point in stopping, as there was nothing to stop for. At least, that was what was thought. On board the station, all sorts of things were going on, from people trying to live normally to people trying hard to wield two pieces of ship together to make stable connections.
On the bridge of the Iron Lady, as the station was called by everyone, Talos team leader Fay Powell felt power. This was a good thing, yet at the same time a bad thing. Good, because the position of power showed that she was boss. Not as much boss as Jennifer Valentino, but a boss indeed. The bad part was that because she was currently the one in charge of the bridge, she also had to make decisions, like the one coming at her right now. At least, she presumed so, as the communications 'officer' was turning toward her. The man was just a civilian communications specialist that they had picked up as part of bridge crew on one of the ships attached to the station, and he had been placed as part of the Alpha bridge crew, as opposed to the Bravo crew, which rotated when needed.
"Ma'am, we are picking up transmittions being pinged between what seem to be large objects in space." The man took a look toward an astrologist that served as part of the tactical team on the bridge. Unlike actual warships, the Iron Lady required a tactical team rather than a single person, since instead of that one person with all the knowledge combined with a computer with even more knowledge, all there was for a 'crew' was civilians, not as rigorously trained as actual combat personnel. The astrologist cleared her throat, before saying, "Those are no 'objects'. From what we've been able to identify, using passive sensors, of course, those are stations, and they're communicating," the woman says, sounding quite proud of herself.
Fay leaned forward, combat instincts taking over from the tiny course she took in navy situations. "Communications, you can pick up those signals, so put them through. I want to eavesdrop. Tactical, keep condition green, but ready to put it to yellow at my command." In a few moments, she had audio, and listen to a conversation between several surviving space stations. She wondered if they were pirates, looking for survivors of the Wendell incident. Lucky, that turned out not to be the case. At least, not openly. "Navigation, move us closer to the closest station. The one that seems to be calling itself Epsilon station. Use only the stealthiest methods, though. Operations, turn off all exterior lights, keep us invisible. The only thing I want pinging off of us is the communications and their radar, if they have any, and even those I don't want on us," Team leader Fay says. She knew it was almost impossible to hide against any radar pings, especially with a station this large, but she was trying her best. Slowly, the space station drifted closer to Epsilon station.
The space station belonging to Wendell United Survivor Operations, also known as WUSO, mostly drifted through space, only taking gentle puffs of propellant to make course corrections as it drifted slowly. There was no point in stopping, as there was nothing to stop for. At least, that was what was thought. On board the station, all sorts of things were going on, from people trying to live normally to people trying hard to wield two pieces of ship together to make stable connections.
On the bridge of the Iron Lady, as the station was called by everyone, Talos team leader Fay Powell felt power. This was a good thing, yet at the same time a bad thing. Good, because the position of power showed that she was boss. Not as much boss as Jennifer Valentino, but a boss indeed. The bad part was that because she was currently the one in charge of the bridge, she also had to make decisions, like the one coming at her right now. At least, she presumed so, as the communications 'officer' was turning toward her. The man was just a civilian communications specialist that they had picked up as part of bridge crew on one of the ships attached to the station, and he had been placed as part of the Alpha bridge crew, as opposed to the Bravo crew, which rotated when needed.
"Ma'am, we are picking up transmittions being pinged between what seem to be large objects in space." The man took a look toward an astrologist that served as part of the tactical team on the bridge. Unlike actual warships, the Iron Lady required a tactical team rather than a single person, since instead of that one person with all the knowledge combined with a computer with even more knowledge, all there was for a 'crew' was civilians, not as rigorously trained as actual combat personnel. The astrologist cleared her throat, before saying, "Those are no 'objects'. From what we've been able to identify, using passive sensors, of course, those are stations, and they're communicating," the woman says, sounding quite proud of herself.
Fay leaned forward, combat instincts taking over from the tiny course she took in navy situations. "Communications, you can pick up those signals, so put them through. I want to eavesdrop. Tactical, keep condition green, but ready to put it to yellow at my command." In a few moments, she had audio, and listen to a conversation between several surviving space stations. She wondered if they were pirates, looking for survivors of the Wendell incident. Lucky, that turned out not to be the case. At least, not openly. "Navigation, move us closer to the closest station. The one that seems to be calling itself Epsilon station. Use only the stealthiest methods, though. Operations, turn off all exterior lights, keep us invisible. The only thing I want pinging off of us is the communications and their radar, if they have any, and even those I don't want on us," Team leader Fay says. She knew it was almost impossible to hide against any radar pings, especially with a station this large, but she was trying her best. Slowly, the space station drifted closer to Epsilon station.
Does your group have a name? If so, what is it?: Wendell United Survivor Operations (WUSO)
What sort of government would your group lead towards? (Feel free to describe in detail): Democratic, but Hierarchical, With Talos mainly at the top, especially in combat times. In descending order:
Does your group have what most would consider a leader? If so, what is their name?: Jennifer Valentino (The squad leader of WUSO squad Talos.) See above.
Does your group prefer peace over conflict?: Whilst generally everyone revolves around peace, Talos squad themselves are not entirely against war. If they know for sure that war is coming, they won't fight against the inevitable, even though those they are in charge of may.
What is the general background of your station's inhabitants? Soldiers? Scientists? Farmers? Get creative!:
Does your group believe in benefiting the greater good or looking out for oneself?: Mixed feelings. Generally, the group wants to benefit everyone, however if needed to, Talos (who are ultimately the ruling group of WUSO) can simply just order a breakoff, despite what everyone else wants. Of course, this'll probably cause hate and upset to spread amongst those WUSO citizens wanting to stay and help others, however they all have to remember that really Talos squad had saved them from Wendell's falling. That, and each Talos member is a very well trained veteran with the only real weaponry on the station, who can probably take thirty untrained men with their fists alone before falling. The number goes higher with a knife, and higher with the guns added. Nobody wants to go up against that.
What area of space-survival does your station specify in? (Choose between Agricultural, Technological, Industrial, Military, or Exploration): Industrial, however Talos squad adds a lot of military (though few numbers) into that. If they set up a proper training course for people to stand up and be part of some sort of WUSO military, they'd probably be well trained and strong men and women. Unfortunately, they don't have the proper equipment to do that, and they wouldn't want to anyways.
Did anyone in your station bring any items of interest?: One major thing brought along was Talos squad and their weapons/equipment. Other than that, the only real item of significance brought along was a RAD, a nuclear bomb that can be remote detonated or set on a timer. However, currently, Talos (who have possession of the device) have had no place to actually use it, so they just store it.
What sort of government would your group lead towards? (Feel free to describe in detail): Democratic, but Hierarchical, With Talos mainly at the top, especially in combat times. In descending order:
Does your group have what most would consider a leader? If so, what is their name?: Jennifer Valentino (The squad leader of WUSO squad Talos.) See above.
Does your group prefer peace over conflict?: Whilst generally everyone revolves around peace, Talos squad themselves are not entirely against war. If they know for sure that war is coming, they won't fight against the inevitable, even though those they are in charge of may.
What is the general background of your station's inhabitants? Soldiers? Scientists? Farmers? Get creative!:
Does your group believe in benefiting the greater good or looking out for oneself?: Mixed feelings. Generally, the group wants to benefit everyone, however if needed to, Talos (who are ultimately the ruling group of WUSO) can simply just order a breakoff, despite what everyone else wants. Of course, this'll probably cause hate and upset to spread amongst those WUSO citizens wanting to stay and help others, however they all have to remember that really Talos squad had saved them from Wendell's falling. That, and each Talos member is a very well trained veteran with the only real weaponry on the station, who can probably take thirty untrained men with their fists alone before falling. The number goes higher with a knife, and higher with the guns added. Nobody wants to go up against that.
What area of space-survival does your station specify in? (Choose between Agricultural, Technological, Industrial, Military, or Exploration): Industrial, however Talos squad adds a lot of military (though few numbers) into that. If they set up a proper training course for people to stand up and be part of some sort of WUSO military, they'd probably be well trained and strong men and women. Unfortunately, they don't have the proper equipment to do that, and they wouldn't want to anyways.
Did anyone in your station bring any items of interest?: One major thing brought along was Talos squad and their weapons/equipment. Other than that, the only real item of significance brought along was a RAD, a nuclear bomb that can be remote detonated or set on a timer. However, currently, Talos (who have possession of the device) have had no place to actually use it, so they just store it.
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