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Zano Mirazdar


Zano in the time that he spent aboard the airship, tried to keep himself busy. Which proved to be a difficult task as he was not really needed. Though knowledgeable about the workings of an airship like this one. Zano never actually worked on one and thus lacked the experience that the other engineers aboard had.

Still, after claiming his room and securely storing his belongings, Zano had some time to think about things. With his workshop gone and his workers either dead or hopefully alive somewhere. He has little left, and the thought of returning home and being forced to live in the same city as his family was a thought he did not favor. Luckily, the others, or the ones he had talked to, did not recognize his name, so there was little chance of them wanting to steal his journals of ideas.

It was a weird feeling that this was where life had led him, and now his future was unknown; the only thing he knows is that the place where the gold was being held was quiet for some reason. It is a curious and worrying thought, but he is not going along with the team being sent down there. Zano knows he would be of little use and would be better off staying on the airship.

So Zano did what he could do right now, that is, get a cup of coffee and watch things from the bridge. As he walked and passed by some of his new crewmates with a cup of coffee in hand. Zano ended up at the bridge and went to one of the windows that had a good vantage point of the area and looked out. While taking a few sips of his coffee and he sighed heavily. Where will life lead him now?
Downfall: The Undead are Here




New York City has fallen and the rest of the United States may follow suit. The undead, or zombies as they are called, have appeared in New York City despite the efforts of the local police and government. The city has been overrun by the undead, which is now spreading across the East Coast and further inland.

Now, where do you find yourselves in the middle of this apocalypse? You were in New York City at the time and managed to escape before the undead overrun the city. You and others have found themselves in upstate New York. Currently ahead of the undead, but for how much longer is the question.

For now, they are safe in the city of Binghamton, New York, and they plan their next move here. Will these survivors

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Overview

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Rouge: Terror Ops




Rules:
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2. No godmodding or powergaming or etc...
3. No OP characters
4. A max of two characters
5. Minimum of one paragraph


Overview






Desmond Wathen
Desmond's House


It has been a long week, a tired Desmond thought as he peered out the window of his makeshift home. Is it an omen that the day he arrived in town that a week-long blizzard would start and confide everyone to their homes? Desmond was not that much for superstition, but even he could maybe see that it could not be a coincidence. Then again, it could just be bad timing, but whatever the case. The storm is over, and now he can actually move around town and talk to people.

For a week, his only companions were Silver and his mother. The rest of his crew were in their own makeshift homes, surviving the blizzard like the rest of the town. However, he would sometimes brave the storm and check up on them. A move that his mother would disagree with, but his crew was nearby and not far from them.

But, now that the storm has passed he should get to know the people of Dawnhaven. Desmond has heard from one of his crew that there is a celebratory feast going on in an Inn to celebrate the end of the blizzard. Desmond smiled at the thought, not only a good time to talk to people but a proper time to relax after a cold storm. He did not have the best introduction to Dawnhaven, but maybe this would make up for it. Desmond only wondered what the princess was doing since she requested his presence to come to this place. He had not heard much about her since the storm broke, but she should be fine. She is a Lunarian, after all, and a single blizzard is not enough to mess with a Lunarian.

As Desmond turned from the window and walked over to his room. Did he hear a familiar sound, the reassuring sound of Silver, his owl companion. She was lying on his bed, seemingly sleeping, and woke up when she heard him come in. Making a hoot noise, and Desmond would get on one knee and speak to her in a warm tone. "Silver, did I wake you up? Sorry about that, but I just wanted to say that I will be gone for a bit and will be back, okay?" Desmond smiled and briefly petted her, and she made a sound like she understood what he said. "Good, and I will bring you back something and have a good rest my friend." Silver only hooted again in an affectionate way and went back to sleep. Leaving Desmond free to leave and head to the Inn. Which he did and he knows his mother will show up there at some point after she is done with her business.

So Desmond headed to the Inn to join in the feast and maybe talk with people. Maybe even see the prince or princess, but he knows that may not happen. Either way, it is time to see what the people here are like before he officially starts his duties here.

The Eye of the Beholder Inn


It did not take long for Desmond to find the Inn. The Eye of the Beholder Inn, what a peculiar name, he thought as he entered the place. Desmond is wearing a set of clothes that a Lunarian merchant might wear but more on the practical side of staying warm. To say the least, Desmond was happy to see the excitement of the place when he entered and could see how lively the Inn was.

He walked around to see the Inn and what it had to offer. Passing by people and trying not to bump into anyone. Did he see a sight that would probably become a regular sight for him. A blight born, a woman by the looks of it with one eye and scales? Desmond tried not to stare and looked away. He has not seen or met with a blight born before. He only heard tales of them from people and what they are capable of.

Desmond felt it was best to avoid them for now until he can learn more about them and not piss any of them off based on what he had heard of them. He sighed. It will take some time to get used to this town, he thought.

Still, the energy of the Inn was in full swing, and Desmond's brief timidness would soon go away as the infectious revelry took hold of him. But now it was time to eat and drink something and actually join in. So Desmond went to get some food and ale. Not alot since he is not that hungry or wanting to get drunk. But some would be sufficient for him.

After producing some chicken wings and ale, Desmond went to sit down at a table and started eating. Though he would people watch as he ate and drank, he tried not to stare at any blight borns in the Inn. Time to see how he fares with the crowd and if he can give off a good first impression to whoever he meets. If anyone approaches him, that is.
At the bare minimum, I just need one more person to make a cs, and well, we will see if the other two who were interested in the idea will finish a cs or if we get a new one from someone else.
It is fine, just post when you can and I hope you feel better soon.
Ven Ferr


"Good points, Mir'aziel'thraw and Grydon, I am not so sure about Von asking for reinforcements. The empire last we checked was spread thin, and requesting reinforcements before the invasion starts may make Von seem weak." Ven brought up a picture of Von Tero in his Imperial Commander uniform. "We all know how the empire's military works and the last thing any commander needs is to be seen as weak. Especially for someone like Von and he may try to take Earth with what he's got."

"But still, it is something to consider Grydon and about revealing ourselves to humans. You have a point, and they might freak out if they learned how easy it was for Mir'aziel'thraw to infiltrate the US Defense Department. But I feel unless we have to, we should keep our real identities to ourselves."

Ven then let out a sign, "but for my reports Mir'aziel'thraw... I am afraid I cannot add much. I can only confirm that the Empire is not responsible for the missing Power Rangers. Something else is in play, and I am looking into it." Ven felt bad about the lack of news on his end. Especially, about the missing rangers, they trusted them when the team revealed themselves to them, and now they are gone. Something happened to them, and Ven will find out what. He just hopes they are not dead and can still be rescued from whatever situation they are in.

"Well," Ven trying to speak in a better tone. "Anyone has any other news or reports to say?"
Actually, I might go with an idea I have but have not done yet. How about a Mirialan smuggler who had a Jedi padawan sister who ended up with each other after Knightfall and the death of her master and who would die while protecting the brother from Imperials, and the brother would return home to Exaron to think about things and would end up aiding the rebels.
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