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(Oy, and no need to specifically wait for me at this point - Jack/Nessa/Legion are free to go as many times before me as they desire until I specify otherwise.)

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Go Thaler!

(Looks like we're on the roll today.)

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Yeah... That is bad, considering we were supposed to meet up "this" evening... And we can't really make any paradoxes, either. Hrmh.

Edit: Jack next on the Companions' side, then I/Nessa? Aemoten's still quite severely weakened, and Dom's unarmored, almost unarmed, and fairly lacking in any kind of actual combat experience ... which mostly leaves Etakar (also slightly injured) free to act to his full capacity. Thaler might have to yet do some more saving the day...

Am I too old for this?

I know a couple of roleplayers in the 80+ age range... Just to put things into perspective.

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A little announcement: the good old Prophecy World Compendium is back up. If something's missing or amiss, let me know and I'll see to fixing it (no need to report missing posts in Archives, though - I haven't updated all of those yet).

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I'm aware (and so is Jack); at this point it's mostly just me having been a bit overwhelmed (with mainly people-related things) these past two months or so, to the point where I don't often even get to logging into my actual work machines, let alone deal with finding up a new suitable host for the Compendium.
It'll be fixed sometime in the nearer future^(TM). (I actually rolled it up on a laptop of mine a while ago, to see whether I lost anything notable from last database backup to when some BS with the last host unexpectedly ate the site, but it being restored on my laptop doesn't really help much).

Meanwhile, I'll freely provide any required articles (Skype/here).

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From Downfall ReRisen

The Lone Survivor

“Just confirming that they won’t have swarms of drones combing through the forest,” the woman shrugged. So she had arrived at the same conclusion he had - this development might just buy them a slight amount of additional time.
"I reckon it might last half a day or so, the sunstorm," he noted. "Shouldn't be the worst of them, either - the worst ones typically don't give that much of a warning. Well, and the sky is overcast, and we're under trees... Suppose it all makes it less likely we'll have our skin burnt off by cosmic rays." Especially the one of them who was not wearing combat armor. "Would still at least mean a pretty damn significant thunderstorm." He shrugged. There was probably no point in telling Kay what she - having lived on the same planet as him for her entire life - doubtlessly already knew herself.
"If you're certain we can safely disable it on the spot," he commented on her hope of finding an Anderekian drone instead of persisting to talk about the weather. "Those things ain't that easy to crack, you know, and for a good reason. The last thing we want is them re-establishing the signal for long enough to pinpoint it just as we march into our base." Assuming they did not manage to regain control of it entirely, or opt for a blind shot, or be made to exact any of those things a military drone could do before being subdued. He did not know how they were built, just what they were capable of. And, in the end, so close to the cliffdrop, they possibly still had to look out for people and people-driven vehicles.
In the face of the complete and utter unknown he was now facing, it was hard for him to maintain a joking demeanor. His old people were "they" now, and his new people ... he knew very little of, other than what Kay had decided to tell him. How much was she not telling? How much she had not thought to tell? How many of her words were true? Hell, he did not even know her, he only put semblance of trust in her - human, cyborg, whichever she more accurately was - because it was his best option. Even though it came with what seemed to be an impossible mission. Watch the world come crashing down around you...
The rest of his meager breakfast was finished in silence while Kay-Gee tampered with her cart. For all his going back and forth on whether or not he expected Kay or her people to backstab him, it surprisingly did not seem to occur him that the food or water could be poisoned. Perhaps it simply had not been his faction's way.
Enn did not look up before he was asked whether they should get moving, at which point he wordlessly returned his helmet to its original position covering his head and got to his feet.
"I suppose so," he finally agreed with the notion. "Is there anything else I should know about your people, before we come face to face with them?"
Comes what comes; this time, no one would be able to say that he had not walked into that mess on his own volition...

From Downfall ReRisen

The Lone Survivor

He had a minute to ponder over what she had told him as he partook in Kay's meager provisions and she herself was preoccupied with controlling her drone.
How different was controlling a drone by means of screens and external controls compared to doing what she did? He supposed it made little difference in terms of control - a glove, levers, same general thing. He also figured it probably did not make much difference whether a screen was in front of you or grafted into you, aside of it presumably being a bit more inconvenient, should someone manage to substitute whatever input the system was supposed to take with their own feed.
Everything else, though... If it were just her eye, only capable or receiving a signal of one specific type, it would probably have been fine. But "translates human thought into digital signals and vice versa”? Did it mean that a machine - or just someone with suitable receiver - could read her thoughts? See what she saw? Input thoughts into her mind she would not be able to discern from her own given a compatible transceiver? Could someone commandeer her? How far could one with sufficient technical knowledge go? How could she know someone had not? How could he know she was even there, in control of her actions, as opposed to someone piloting a body from a safe distance? She said she should not go near the machines of the east because they could "get into her head", but perhaps it was more akin to "take over" or even "release the owner of this body"? At this stage, he had no damn way of really knowing for certain, unless his helmet had a setting that by chance could pick something up...
He could also not help to notice that she was either purposefully obfuscating the exact functional mechanisms of her brain-machine interface, or she simply did not know. That she had been kept in the same kind of darkness he had been left with most Anderekian equipment. And there was some manner of reluctance in her tone, or apprehension ... she was not telling him everything. She was omitting something, and chances were it was sinister or unpleasant in nature.
He had mostly just been staring dully in front of himself, with an expression that seemed to be neutral for the time being.

He only gave a brief nod once Kay had the little drone return and commented on him noticing the static, and silently held out a hand to accept the bottle Kay offered him.
Twenty kilometers to Eighfour... He swallowed before he spoke up.
"Still, about three hours..." he noted. They will be caught well and good indeed ... hopefully, the trees would provide some additional protection. "Probably four or five, with the cart."
He held the bottle to eye-level, scrutinizing the clear liquid within, then unscrewing the cap and holding the mouth of the bottle close to his nose. Looked like water, smelled like water, if perhaps slightly stale. He took a swig, even as Kay saw fit to ask him another question, and he looked up at her.
"Trenian drones...?" He thought for a moment. "I know ours - Anderekian drones - were not capable of transmitting or receiving during them. They were usually docked to trees when the signal got unclear, and just left there for the duration of the sunstorm. Hopefully they were still there once it had passed. Trenian drones would often stay in air, but would fly higher and just circle over a single place... I think they were just switched to autopilot or something, and likewise could not transmit or receive. I haven't seen or heard of them flying below tree level during that time, at least. Or targeting people, for the matter. Why?"
Well, at least the sunstorm meant they would not have to worry about drones as much, he supposed...