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NCQuest: Favors for Favors (Taking new players)

Jan walked through the hallways, thinking about the last few hours. He had tried to be discreet about things, not wanting to further upset people further after the unexpected desertion of the base commander, Who had he talked to again? The new commander first and foremost. He reminisced on how that exchange had gone.

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“Oh, Mr. Gent, do come in. Is something biting at you?”, Matt commented and asked when he noticed Jan entering his ‘new office’ which used to be his predecessors’ quarters.

“Well sir, sorry to bother you what with all that’s been going on… but I had a little… incident on the return trip from the railgun job.”

“Is that so? Care to elaborate? Was it an error in your NC, or something of the sort?”

“I… don’t really know what happened. I had a spontaneous bout of… what I can only describe as vivid and disturbing hallucinations. I checked the logs afterwards, my neural activity spiked, but I couldn’t really trace back any real cause.” He still thought back to the event. He couldn’t remember having something like that happen to him before.

“Interesting. I’ll let the engineers look into it. Can you tell me anything else, to help with the problem?”. Matt had a look of intrigue in his eyes, obviously interested in this situation, yet perhaps not caring too much on a personal level. Of course, maybe Jan was still just seeing things.

“So what does this mean from an operational level? Am i grounded till we look further into this or?” Jan was asking more as a confirmation than anything else, of course they wouldn’t be sending him into combat if there was something that faulty going on with his NC. Would they?

“Hmm… Well…”, Matt spinned around his chair’s swivel once, apparently just because he could. “You do know how rude it is to answer a question with a question? In any case, I believe it’d be best for you to stay grounded until we figure things out.”

“Ah, yes… sorry, It’s been on my head all day. What I remember from my perspective was that I inexplicably entered a state of complete sensory hallucination. To the point where if it had happened while in combat, I would have been a sitting duck for the duration of the episode. I don’t know why this happened, It’s really a first in all the time I’ve piloted the Goldenspur.” Jan took a deep breath. “It’s a good call to ground me, I’m telling you that.”

“Mmm, well, I’m not a complete idiot is all. Nor am I utterly bloodthirsty! In any case, yes, I’ll have the engineers and our neural net expert investigate this matter until they find the cause.”. Matt was seemingly pleased with how Jan fed his ego, subconsciously.

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And that’s how Jan found himself grounded for the flotilla job. To have something to do while the rest of the team was away, he had volunteered to help out at mission control. He wouldn’t be there in person, but at least he could offer his experienced opinion about situations as they developed. He reported to mission control after the briefing, though taking a small detour to fix himself a sandwich. He could hear the tech next to him mutter something about mayonnaise stains, but he was already busying himself with figuring out the console in front of him.

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

Gurjan wasn't intent on really continueing the conversation, so he silently continued eating after the Isorlai's remark. Thankfully, the annoncement of hyperspace interrupted them before things got awkward like this. Gurjan stood up while shoveling the last of his light meal inside, he deposited the platter back on the counter on the way out. He had tried not to eat too much in case his stomach decided not to agree with the coming warp jump again. Had he taken his pills against that earlier today? He could remember saying something about it to his roommate... Had he ever actually taken a dosage?... Too late for it now though, according to the label it took at least half an hour for them to have any real effect. He arrived in the commons room at about the same moment as nick and wisely took a seat closest to the bathrooms.

As he had feared, he had indeed forgotten his pills. He felt it behind his eyes the moment the jump started. The vivid nightmare that danced before his eyes, his sense of direction going all over the place in directions that shouldn't even exist. It was soon over luckily, and the Isorlai had just a moment to come to his senses. Just long enough to have the nausea set in. He held back long enough to stagger to a cubicle...

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Gurjan awakened by a sharp tone the following morning. He quickly flipped ope his toggle and silenced the alarm. He took a brief glance at his roommate's bunk to see whether he had inadvertedly woken him up as well. Out of consideration for the aranok's own sleeping pattern, he had set his alarm to a tone that was audible only to isorlai ears.

He wormed his way out of bed and started fumbling around with clothes, his fur still had some stains left from yesterday that he hadn't managed to wash out in the short shower he allowed himself. Covering them up with darker colors of clothing would have to do for now.

He walked into the commons room. In a subdued fashion, as to not draw too much more attention to himself. He silently greeted the commander with a quick salute and poured out a cup of water. The jump exit was approaching, and he was not going to let himself be taken by surprise like that in the same jump.

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

I concur, take whatever amount of time you require to get yourself back on track.

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

Well, I'll leave the ball in the park of my conversation partners until... say, tomorrow or so. Can't wait forever after all.

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

Gurjan was chewing on a particularly durable strip of meat when Nick approached him. The isorlai seemed to be curious as to what had happened earlier. And it seemed another squadmate shared that sentiment. He took the offered bottle of water as he somewhat annoyedly tried to tear a piece off of the meat. It was a good excuse to think about what he was going to say.

When he finished with the tiresome exercise, he took a deep breath, he had formulated a reasonable-sounding argument. “I took exception to lieutenant Miles'… seeming contempt for regulations. I wanted to talk it out in a friendly manner, but I think I forced the Issue somewhat..." He sighed as he took a sip from the water bottle. "Miles snapped at me, and I snapped back... quite disproportionately" He looked at his conversation partners, trying to gauge their reactions as he talked."The reason I wanted to talk things out with miles is because I'd rather speak up if something bothers me rather than just ignoring it. I didn't want something I perceived as a threat to the squad's functioning as an unit to go unadressed." He picked up another piece of that tough meat of his plate. "Make of it what you will, but that's my side of the story."

@StoneWolf@HopelessIncubus

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

Hey now guys, no talking like that, that there is a good way to talk yourself into believing the thread is dead, which often ends up in a vicious cycle. I will be posting posthaste today (assuming I beat the procastination demon)

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

So... no one is gonna say anything to the grease-caked wolfman that scared the hell out of a squad member? Not even a veiled admonishment?

Plague-Hunters 2

Jonathan sighed as he thought back at the circumstances that had led him here. His mentor had disappeared for no clear reason, and he had to utilize some heavy-duty name-dropping to get in touch with another so quickly. He did note he somewhat missed the companionship from his previous traveling partners, but as such things go, it couldn't be helped.

Still, things were looking up, Integrating into Joshua's group would be quite a bit easier than meeting up with the previous group... It had all really been quite a humbling experience to work with people he would have considered incompetent plebians beforehand. He chuckled at his immature self from not too long ago, so self-absorbed, so firmly convinced he would be the sole competent warrior in a wandering gang of plebians.

Talking about plebians, it seemed some were crowding together near the center of town. Jonathan thought about the distance he had yet to travel to his destination, and concluded he had the time for a small distraction. And besides, he was getting bored. It had been quite some time since he had really encountered any creature that proved to be an actual challange to his skills. Of course, a mounted warrior had quite a clear advantage over most dangerous wildlife, and even the more exotic creatures were hard pressed to really deal any damage through his heavy armor plating.

He gently spurred linda into a gallop, if there were anything of note going on, Jonathan would be the fist to get there.

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

With drooped ears and his head hanging low, Gurjan quietly listened to his commander's admonishment. She seemed to have some understanding as to his reasoning, but quite rigtfully took issue with him overstepping both his rank and his conduct. Still, the disciplinary action given to him could have been worse... Or at least that's what he thought when he reported to chief grayson.

Gurjan had learned two things today. Firstly, it was surprising how small an object could cause a catastrophic engine blowout, and secondly, there were a lot of nooks and crannies were such insignificant-seeming things could accidentally end up. His fur was now covered in grease stains from crawling around in said nooks and crannies, it was quite a horribly sticky feeling, and he longed for a thorough shower. Still, Commander Erien had told him to report to the mess hall first, and so that's where he was headed first.

He walked into the mess hall rather nonchalantly, he didn't expect news of the incident to have spread here already, true to his guess, most just continued going about their business, with a few stealing a sideways glance at what he assumed was his filth-covered fur. It didn't take him long to fill a plate for himself and find his way to the rest of the squad, or at least those who were still there eating. He took a seat somewhat awkwardly, if anyone in this room would give him shit about earlier, it would be one of them.

Plague-Hunters 2

MY good sir, I have waited far too long to simply drop this game now