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[Monster Cafe]

On the mothherfucking sun stream seam sailing for a week so I won't be able to print the principles for a few cycle.

I'm on it now using the mothherfucking flat finger device.

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@Starlance

shit, I'm heading to the old,motherfucking, coal miners companion rock cluster.

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@Starlance@Sylvan@MythicGaming@officaz@Bazmund@datadogie@Eyelid

Do you guys mind if I pause this for a week while I'm vacation. I couldn't find a co-gm to take over without spoiling some of the RP. When I'll get back I'll post the ship, it's layout, captain will makes his utilities choice privately. You'll ALL going to get your C-class PMs then and we'll launch into space.

I'd tried to get some of it done before then but I'm so stressed that I'm getting lethargic and constant migraines.

Next time we have a ZELTA crew I'll let you guys vote on if we skip the intro sequence and just pick a ship and launch. I did anticipate the intro going a bit faster, but,motherfucking, not exactly an experienced GM.

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@Starlance@Sylvan@MythicGaming@officaz@Bazmund@datadogie@Eyelid@Voltus_Ventus

A poll function would be useful. You don't have to pick your option via a post. You can put the name here.

Also, I'm scooting to the a different angle under the old, fire ball. So I might have to not post for a week-or somehow figure out something else-

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An accuract representation of a security fighting a human. I should of just,motherfucking, nailed this proton package when I mentioned sec stats earlier.

[Monster Cafe]

Radiatron 4000

A buzzing sound radiated from the rusty garage, hidden in an barely noticable alleyway, hardly touched by nothing but time and insects. Spiders would occasionally crawl in and out of the cracks along with the odd case of curious overgrown moss. The steel had that stale crust to it that threatened of rust and even though the sun hit its metal door it did not shine back nor did the walls brighten, it was pale place, succumb to the thin overlay stain of time. It was left here to be forgotten.

"Radiatron" Had been painted over the door rather clumsily in an angle in red. As the light scattered through the single.small dusty glass window the blue hue was broken of the fizzling static TV, hitting a big blocky shadow in the cramped corner. Several boxs meekly thudded as a slight movement was prodded from it by the daylight. It was stiff, crooked, standing there like a statue as it mildly twitched a few more times. A big cyclinder fell foward, looming over the TV like a tower collapse, putting a thin slit up to the screen.

It was static.

"...typical..." A mans voice muffled. He pressed a button and a VCR ontop ejected a tape. The door loudly coiled upwards until it was totally folded. Each inch revealed boxes of junk randomly gathered from trash to novelty items to old newspapers and boxes of endless video tapes. And labels..labels written over everything with an instruction. When the light hit the VCR a label on top read "Radiatron, rewind the tape!"

"I don't know why I bother..." He moaned as he shuffled out of the storage space and started to shuffle towards the cafe. The cafe wasn't far, hell, he lived pratically ontop of it. They'd probably hear his door opening from his little glorified crack in the wall this was all located at, even see him shuffling out of the alleyway itself now.

Radiatron knew very well the cafe wouldn't open for a while, didn't stop him standing still near motionles until it did each morning. "Must commence social integration" A loud electronic voice bzzt out, flickering the lights on its side as it did.

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Manager of Docks Replies

The man grin peeled off as the questions started coming in, dropping into an gaze taken by calculation despite looking directly at the engineer, just as he was about to open his lips the terminal buzzed to life and interrupted. His grin returned, the same kind of grin your nail onto your cheeks when a new customers comes waltzing into your hotel and he closely looked at all of them. His eyes were as tense as his face, almost challenging them all to say something they could regret, although, this was a look anyone with any experience with a party member would find common amongst most of them.

"That's right, cake. They would definitely complain. If they were able to" He placed his hand on the terminal as if to give support to the hunk of metal in the same way someone would introduce a recruit to a new work place

"But every ship you see here has been collected...or sent here..." He broke off and lowly moaned to himself as he gestured to the motely montage of used ships before them "more like dumped on me..." he quickly returned to grace "Is a product of relocation on behalf of the party. Many of the owners of these ships are dead and they were bought back in for reaquisition...others lost their ships because they accrued debt for their disobedient behavour or they have been sent to prison and lost their ship in order to pay for their housing and rehabilitation in our behavoural therapy centers..." He paused after the last one. It was a lie so blatant you could swear even he had to soak it in.

"This IS all the information we have on them. For one reason or another they've just...piled up. Each one of these ships were given a look over before going into storage, so they all work fine...as you can tell...no burns, no missing parts" He nodded at Mond and Astrid as he said that. "Honestly. I'm surprised we manage to get even these brief processing documents you have now with how far some date back and how much they moved about. Truly a testament to the party's people ability to perform against time and a network size that would be crush outside organisations"

"Now. If you excuse me. I got a station capable of handling traffic of 1000 incoming and outgoing ships to monitor" He buttoned his shirt despite the fact it wasn't already buttoned, he gave you a little salute as walked out, all fake and abrupt as if it was muscle memory "Prosperity to the party and it's patrons!"

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@datadogie@Voltus_Ventus@Starlance@officaz@MythicGaming@Bazmund@Eyelid

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shit, I'll instigate some dialoge retialiation to,motherfucking, recent vocals tonight soon.

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@Bazmund

shit, I get coiled with the,motherfucking, jugular juggling juggalo alot.