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My name is DJ.
I am a roleplayer.
A roleplayer of roughly a good decade now.
I write a lot of things, and am able to roleplay a lot of things.
Random Things about me
- I run a small YouTube channel.
- I listen to a helluva lot of music. Love music.
- I'm from Singapore. It's a little island in Southeast Asia.
Anywho, I've not been RPing for a long long time, but here I am, hopefully to make a few friends and RP some.
I am a roleplayer.
A roleplayer of roughly a good decade now.
I write a lot of things, and am able to roleplay a lot of things.
Random Things about me
- I run a small YouTube channel.
- I listen to a helluva lot of music. Love music.
- I'm from Singapore. It's a little island in Southeast Asia.
Anywho, I've not been RPing for a long long time, but here I am, hopefully to make a few friends and RP some.
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@Mortarion We were basically at the end, no worries. You didn't disrupt much. XD
Check up on Pad 2. That's where our collab's at.
Check up on Pad 2. That's where our collab's at.
@Mortarion So, uh
It just so happens that yes, Hazan and Vel are in the infirmary
The awkward part is that me, @Fallenreaper and @Rtron are currently doing a collab in the infirmary itself.
Would you want in?
It just so happens that yes, Hazan and Vel are in the infirmary
The awkward part is that me, @Fallenreaper and @Rtron are currently doing a collab in the infirmary itself.
Would you want in?
@Fallenreaper I'm on the pad.
@LeeRoy Very nice.
This is basically the Continental from John Wick, but bigger by like a million times.
Good idea. Anybody mind if I give making the thread a try? Instead of a pub, how about a sort of galactic hub/lobby forming a link to every continuum, where the matchups are made either by the combatants themselves or their representatives whilst they enjoy such lesser pleasures as free dining, conversation, and gambling on winners.
Funny, we used to have a thread like that a while ago. An interdimensional pub where fighters hung out if they weren't beating each others faces in. It had like a pool and such.
Hazan Volintis
Borealis
Borealis
En route to Elysium
Hazan laid in his chair in the bridge. After that warm and hearty meal prepared by Kasyra, he'd thanked her personally. A meal that rivaled anything he'd had on Palaven or Omega! He was sated and satisfied. Just a few hours earlier the medical supplies he'd ordered had come in; a fresh, unopened box of medi-gel sat in their medbay and the shelves and cupboards were stocked with brand sparkling new med stock. Even their drug fridge had new, not-expired medicine in it. All that was needed was to repair the scanning machinery and their medbay would be at one hundred percent.
Then maybe he could get his leg checked out. Damn thing was aching even after the medi-gel he'd applied a while ago.
But after the group had dispersed from the dining area, he'd drifted back to his haunt on the bridge. Datapad in hand, he'd read through the other messages that Drono and Tanya had sent the crew regarding their pressing issues. Of course, he'd sent one in himself, but his paled in comparison to the others. Drono's back was the more pressing issue...though as to the matter of aid, he didn't know anyone past Omega who could help him. Hopefully the other crew members had solutions to that problem. As for Tanya...
Tanya,
If it's any consolation, I'd like to follow you to your dad's memorial. The war was bullshit, and I'm sorry that you lost someone you loved there. Message me back if you're okay with it.
- Hazan.
He'd send that a few minutes ago, and now was relaxing in the dead of night, the only lights in the bridge the blinking of the auto-pilot and the soft glow of his nav terminal. Dex had been popping in once in a while to check on the auto-pilot, but now that they were past the Omega system relay and on their way to Elysium, they could take a break. But Hazan just couldn't sleep. He had a tumbler of turian brandy on his terminal as he read through news articles he'd downloaded off the extranet at the relay.
Maybe soon they'd reach Elysium.
He had a few more days of reading and drinking to go through before then.
Elysium. A human colony, but somehow he was more comfortable here than on Omega. And after that briefing and the blessing that had been resupplying, he was content to have a place where he could finally attend to some of his own needs. For instance, his need for new weaponry.
The Scimitar shotgun he'd purchased on Omega was showing its age. For a secondhand gun, it had served him very well after his departure from the sniper of his past. But it was secondhand, and as much as he'd maintained it and kept it functional, their last mission was also its last. After returning to ship, he'd disassembled it for regular maintenance, and when he'd put it back together it refused to power on. After trying so hard to troubleshoot every single thing he could think of, he'd finally given up. Now he was looking for a replacement shotgun.
The trip to Hacate base had been uneventful for him. Mostly he kept to himself, idly scrolling through whatever recon data they had. When they'd gotten onto the base he'd immediately made a beeline for their armoury. He was sure a human base like this would have some reliable gear, especially guns.
The armourer was his first stop. A tall, strapping young man who didn't look like he belonged on a base, but on the cover of a magazine. The armoury itself was more a warehouse than anything else, but it served its purpose well enough.
"Hey, uh, I'm looking for a shotgun. My Scimitar's broked, I think the mass effect field generators in it broke in my last mission. Got any recommendations?"
Obviously a little peeved by the mercenary's request, the young man turned on his heel and gestured for the Turian to follow. He was led down a row of boxes and ended up in front of a rack of well-kept shotguns. The man picked up two different models in both his hands and extended one to Hazan, which he took.
"The one you're holding is the M-23 Katana. Very common among mercenaries, like you. Made by Ariake, same people that made the Scimitar. The one I'm holding is a Tornado, slightly more bang for your buck but it overheats faster. On the rack behind me is the rest of our stock. If you want more shots before your gun overheats, the Savage is for you.
Hazan nodded as he hefted the Katana in his hands. The shotgun was lighter, a lot lighter than his Scimitar. The man went over each of the other shotguns they had, but one stuck out for his work: the Savage. Apparently a human-designed weapon, its purposes were just about similar to his Scimitar. Lots of shots before it overheated, light and packed a punch.
He took it. Without a second thought he grabbed one of the Savages off the rack and gestured to it.
"I think I'm keeping this one."
The young man merely nodded as Hazan strolled away with his "purchase", but just as he set foot outside the warehouse a stabbing pain shot through his right leg and he fell to a knee.
"Guh! Shit!"
He eased himself back up as the young armourer caught sight of him and helped him to his feet.
"You okay?"
Hazan shook his head.
"Copped a grenade in my last mission. My leg's been stupid painful ever since."
"D'you need help getting to the infirmary?"
"Yeah, that'd be nice."
Then maybe he could get his leg checked out. Damn thing was aching even after the medi-gel he'd applied a while ago.
But after the group had dispersed from the dining area, he'd drifted back to his haunt on the bridge. Datapad in hand, he'd read through the other messages that Drono and Tanya had sent the crew regarding their pressing issues. Of course, he'd sent one in himself, but his paled in comparison to the others. Drono's back was the more pressing issue...though as to the matter of aid, he didn't know anyone past Omega who could help him. Hopefully the other crew members had solutions to that problem. As for Tanya...
Tanya,
If it's any consolation, I'd like to follow you to your dad's memorial. The war was bullshit, and I'm sorry that you lost someone you loved there. Message me back if you're okay with it.
- Hazan.
He'd send that a few minutes ago, and now was relaxing in the dead of night, the only lights in the bridge the blinking of the auto-pilot and the soft glow of his nav terminal. Dex had been popping in once in a while to check on the auto-pilot, but now that they were past the Omega system relay and on their way to Elysium, they could take a break. But Hazan just couldn't sleep. He had a tumbler of turian brandy on his terminal as he read through news articles he'd downloaded off the extranet at the relay.
Maybe soon they'd reach Elysium.
He had a few more days of reading and drinking to go through before then.
A few days of reading and drinking later...
Elysium. A human colony, but somehow he was more comfortable here than on Omega. And after that briefing and the blessing that had been resupplying, he was content to have a place where he could finally attend to some of his own needs. For instance, his need for new weaponry.
The Scimitar shotgun he'd purchased on Omega was showing its age. For a secondhand gun, it had served him very well after his departure from the sniper of his past. But it was secondhand, and as much as he'd maintained it and kept it functional, their last mission was also its last. After returning to ship, he'd disassembled it for regular maintenance, and when he'd put it back together it refused to power on. After trying so hard to troubleshoot every single thing he could think of, he'd finally given up. Now he was looking for a replacement shotgun.
The trip to Hacate base had been uneventful for him. Mostly he kept to himself, idly scrolling through whatever recon data they had. When they'd gotten onto the base he'd immediately made a beeline for their armoury. He was sure a human base like this would have some reliable gear, especially guns.
The armourer was his first stop. A tall, strapping young man who didn't look like he belonged on a base, but on the cover of a magazine. The armoury itself was more a warehouse than anything else, but it served its purpose well enough.
"Hey, uh, I'm looking for a shotgun. My Scimitar's broked, I think the mass effect field generators in it broke in my last mission. Got any recommendations?"
Obviously a little peeved by the mercenary's request, the young man turned on his heel and gestured for the Turian to follow. He was led down a row of boxes and ended up in front of a rack of well-kept shotguns. The man picked up two different models in both his hands and extended one to Hazan, which he took.
"The one you're holding is the M-23 Katana. Very common among mercenaries, like you. Made by Ariake, same people that made the Scimitar. The one I'm holding is a Tornado, slightly more bang for your buck but it overheats faster. On the rack behind me is the rest of our stock. If you want more shots before your gun overheats, the Savage is for you.
Hazan nodded as he hefted the Katana in his hands. The shotgun was lighter, a lot lighter than his Scimitar. The man went over each of the other shotguns they had, but one stuck out for his work: the Savage. Apparently a human-designed weapon, its purposes were just about similar to his Scimitar. Lots of shots before it overheated, light and packed a punch.
He took it. Without a second thought he grabbed one of the Savages off the rack and gestured to it.
"I think I'm keeping this one."
The young man merely nodded as Hazan strolled away with his "purchase", but just as he set foot outside the warehouse a stabbing pain shot through his right leg and he fell to a knee.
"Guh! Shit!"
He eased himself back up as the young armourer caught sight of him and helped him to his feet.
"You okay?"
Hazan shook his head.
"Copped a grenade in my last mission. My leg's been stupid painful ever since."
"D'you need help getting to the infirmary?"
"Yeah, that'd be nice."
@Fallenreaper Pad 2.
@Fallenreaper I could collab with you, sure. Most of my post is solo regarding Hazan looking for a replacement shotgun cause I wrote his Scimitar breaking after the Twin Stars mission.
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