Guessing there's not much of a technology level limitation for our characters?
Lasersquid112
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STATUS: @Gunther Since when was I fueled by dreams without a goal? 5 yrs ago
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@Gunther Since when was I fueled by dreams without a goal?
5 yrs ago
@LadyAnnaLee I won't hope to understand what you're going through right now, so I can only say this: No storm lasts forever. Take care of yourself, and it'll be alright, in the end.
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Understandable. Have a good day, nonetheless!
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@Ruby Do you, too, require emotional assistance?
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@LadyAnnaLee Or so you thought. *Long-distance hug.*
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Am I allowed to make a small mercenary faction, contained wholly on board a small, self-sufficient fleet?
Hm. I might hop in, at least, for a bit. I do have a question before I do so, however.
Is there any limitation on the technology level?
Is there any limitation on the technology level?
I'm not really one for nation-based roleplays. It's not the style of roleplay I'm used to, and I've never been able to get into a good headspace for those. I'll check it out later today, but no guarantees as to me joining.
Are you stopping this one?
@ARDIEDABEAST, we're using the Discord for roleplay now, not this.
In another part of the ship...
ALICE UNIT BOOTING UP.
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ALICE UNIT ACTIVATED. RUNNING DIAGNOSTICS.
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ALL SYSTEMS FUNCTIONAL.
A camera flickers on, mounted onto a small gray tracked box. It's fashioned after the shape of a Terran tank, with a rotating turret and a short barrel, belonging to a mounted Heavy Rifle. An autoloader inside of the 'tank' hooked the rifle's round feed to a supply of 18 magazines - a smaller, but just as deadly, Heavy Pistol hung on a rack on the side of the tank's exterior with six clips affixed to it via a magazine holder. Multiple 'arms' were folded against the hull of the machine, eight on each side. It takes in the surroundings, measurements of the things around it, and then attempts to move to the nearest security center, noting any damages it sees. Should it see any personnel, or other biological entities, it would stop.
ALICE UNIT BOOTING UP.
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ALICE UNIT ACTIVATED. RUNNING DIAGNOSTICS.
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ALL SYSTEMS FUNCTIONAL.
A camera flickers on, mounted onto a small gray tracked box. It's fashioned after the shape of a Terran tank, with a rotating turret and a short barrel, belonging to a mounted Heavy Rifle. An autoloader inside of the 'tank' hooked the rifle's round feed to a supply of 18 magazines - a smaller, but just as deadly, Heavy Pistol hung on a rack on the side of the tank's exterior with six clips affixed to it via a magazine holder. Multiple 'arms' were folded against the hull of the machine, eight on each side. It takes in the surroundings, measurements of the things around it, and then attempts to move to the nearest security center, noting any damages it sees. Should it see any personnel, or other biological entities, it would stop.
Joe: "What kinda piss-poor design is this?!"
He quickly guesstimates the distance between himself and the creature, then gets his keycard out, having stored it in his pocket, swiping it through the slot and going through the door.
He quickly guesstimates the distance between himself and the creature, then gets his keycard out, having stored it in his pocket, swiping it through the slot and going through the door.
Joe: "What is this, an action movie from Earth?"
Joe mounts his rifle on his shoulder, holding it in reverse, his thumb inside the trigger guard. He flicks off the capacitor and begins spraying, full auto, into the crowd behind him as he sprints. Once it's out of ammo, he discards the weapon.
Joe: "SAI! OPEN THE GOD DAMN DOOR!"
Joe mounts his rifle on his shoulder, holding it in reverse, his thumb inside the trigger guard. He flicks off the capacitor and begins spraying, full auto, into the crowd behind him as he sprints. Once it's out of ammo, he discards the weapon.
Joe: "SAI! OPEN THE GOD DAMN DOOR!"
Joe: "Yeah, I saw him too. We get out or we get killed. There's an armory in Sector Five, we'll go there. Don't get killed."
He starts moving for the closest sector exit.
He starts moving for the closest sector exit.
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