FrankenDaughter

Distress Signal: Bandits Attacking a Mercenary Ship

The scrapper. Edited to make that clearer.

Distress Signal: Bandits Attacking a Mercenary Ship

A mystery begins.

Distress Signal: Bandits Attacking a Mercenary Ship

...reassessing...
...reassessing...
...ambient energy accretion below acceptable levels for two concurrent subcycles...
...appraisal/query tree executing...
...umbilical node still linked to interstellar vessel's power systems...
__--tap umbilical to jumpstart Mercury primary systems: c/d
__--[c]

Tertiary Assessment Loop, subcycle 32

Presently, while the two ate, there was a brief surge of life in all of the derelict vessel's power systems...

__--Secondary Processing Active
__--Umbilical surge unsuccessful. Vessel power systems offline.
...assessing...
...vessel power systems uncompromised...
__--initiate feedback surge to jumpstart Mercury primary systems: c/d
__--[c]

Secondary Assessment Loop

...and within a fraction of a second there was another power fluctuation, this time strong enough to trace its source. Something was affixed to the hull of the derelict vessel, pumping power through the ship's systems and then siphoning it back, larger bursts each time. None of the lights were coming on yet, but it would be obvious to anyone familiar with ship systems what El Pezo Negro's sensors were picking up.

Whatever was attached to the gutted ship was trying to catch its breath, and needed an awfully big paper bag to do so. Every 6.3 seconds, another surge. In, and out, with exponentially more joules pumping through the ship. It would be maybe sixty to eighty seconds before the vessels power systems would start to fuse with the effort--effectively ripping the 'bag' to shreds, though not literally. If not for the holes already in the bag, a single pump might've been enough.

Targeted Scans

There appears to be a cybernetic, humanoid chassis that has affixed itself to the hull with an umbilical capacitor chord of some kind. It appears to be heavily armed, but in a dormant state. There's no telling how long the chassis has been linked to the ship, but until just now, it obviously hadn't gone noticed for some reason.

The Technology Planet - Frixion Prime - Open

Sorry about how long I took with my last post.

The Technology Planet - Frixion Prime - Open

Akagalcia

@Zarkun

When Akagalcia returned to the front of the shop... she was completely changed. She wore a fitting set of heavy earthen brown pants with numerous cargo pockets weighted down with belongings that had previously been in a bundle of rags. The ends of her pantlegs bagged over shiny black boots that seemed to be made from some sort of textured leather, but by the sound of her walk Rave suspected that they were reinforced somehow. Above all of this she wore an olive green t-shirt made from some dull fabric and a very heavy gray hoodie lined with wool, but obviously heavier with something else inside. Most important though was her hair, bound and braided into a ponytail almost as thick as her fist and trailing down past her waistline. All of this in less than twenty minutes. Civilian clothing... but Rave suspected otherwise. The real question was just how much it would cost.

The prioprietor of the clothingshop seemed altogether unexpectant as far as compensation was concerned. "And who, Kagal, is this tall and intimidating marine?" The man was a boisterous but decrepit blimp of a creature, too enthusiastic by half for the body he had to show it with. He wiped his cigar hand across his forehead to chase chase some sweat and wheezed again. "This little cat has done me quite the favor in trading away all of -huff- her pelts, so I've seen to it she is ah... safer, than you might expect? -wheeze--You can tell?"

Akagalcia was grinning ear to ear, obviously delighted by how well things were going. "This is my new friend Rave. Rave, this is Velden. He was the first person I met when I arrived here. He's a regular at Nova." That last sentences came with a meaningful look. <He knows the story. He won't make trouble, but we should leave him in peace now.>

"Yes. Normally I would not be so rude but as you can tell it is a busy day here, and our transaction was barter. Hopefully we will see one another soon?" Velden looked between the two of them, and now that Akagalcia had pointed it out, it was obvious that the man was sweating from more than his own magnitude. His cigar hand was trembling too, but Rave hadn't noticed a bit of palsy before. The man was a wreck.

The 1st Magic Insurrection [NEW/ACCEPTING]

@Stormflyx@jakeb1993@codex

My intention was that Paulie's boyfriend would be dragging her to the auction under the pretext of just keeping an eye on thing. Casing the auction space and looking for people of note there, with the probable introduction of Aloysius or someone else of importance from Dark Shadow. Blank duty.

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

A Home Just Over Yonder As Sung By Frankie Duff
MANKIND - Three Handfuls Of Dirt
Last Lynx - Killing Switch
Body Language - Lose My Head
Girlpool - Alone At The Show
Love Inks - Shoot 100 Panes Of Glass
Litany - Flaws
Turtle - Blood Type
Willolux - Modern Day Maestro
Elephant Tree - Attack Of The Altaica

Taken from my favorites tab on Hypemachine

Help a newbie write better

Also don't be afraid to live in the house. There are no perfect houses.

This is the spirit of sharing in roleplays like those here actually.

Remember always that there are no perfect houses. Just build them better.

Build nice houses.

@superservo27

Help a newbie write better

Burn down your house, figuratively. Re-write things not because they were poorly worded, but because nothing was said. Kill everything that grows brittle from your fingers until what comes back is golden. Then ask your friend to do it. Internalize how they hack and hew at your darlings so that you know how to do it next time. Then, build a new house. Burn down your house, figuratively. Re-write things not because nothing was said, but because the things that were said could've been made clearer to someone other than you. Kill everything that feels pleasant when you trace it with your fingers until what remains is harsh and new. Then, ask your friend to do it. Internalize how they hack and hew at the darlings you wrote for both of you so that you know how to do it next time.

Then, build a new house.

Help a newbie write better

Write about things you know. There's a bit of journaling in here, but one of the most cimplicated parts of writing that follows you around and gnaws at you is going to be communicating clearly, which is no less daunting than oratory skill. Don't just think, write thought. Use the need to think and reflect on things as a springboard for writing.