I'm shipping Hundred and Sevyn because I think they would be the most badass but cutest couple this side of the universe.
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All I can imagine are scary sociopathic space babies
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Can't I think Quarian instead? They tend to be much cuter. :3
Biologically similar to Volus, way cuter than Quarians
Can't deny them hips doe
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Can't I think Quarian instead? They tend to be much cuter. :3
Biologically similar to Volus, way cuter than Quarians
Can't deny them hips doe
@TTwoThumbsUp What does Sevyn look like outside of her environmental suit? Just curious!
Shhh, secret (:
Because of Solun's unique environment, it's practically impossible for Syndori to travel off their home world without their enviro suits, what with oxygen being deadly to them and the high pressure needed to not be ripped apart alive. So. They basically live in their suits.
Think Volus from Mass Effect if that helps
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When did she say she didn't know anything about this ship?
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Well nothing concrete about the ship except for old stories of the ship's adventures while it still was in service since you implied that nobody in the party had actually seen any schematics for the ship, unless the Alliance Navy actually ran a deep scan of the ship and provided that info for the misfits
When did she say she didn't know anything about this ship?
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Well nothing concrete about the ship except for old stories of the ship's adventures while it still was in service since you implied that nobody in the party had actually seen any schematics for the ship, unless the Alliance Navy actually ran a deep scan of the ship and provided that info for the misfits
Somehow my medical officer seems a lot less applicable in this sea of badassery.
You say that now, but I'm fairly sure there's going to come a point where people are going to be bleeding out of every orifice imaginable and then some.
And I mean all I got to my character is fancy flying skills and a near encyclopedic knowledge of every flying hunk of junk except this one so. I think you're good.
The excitement was almost palpable for a certain Syndari heading toward a certain famed, lost, recently relocated, and positively massive ship who was practically jumping up and down in her seat, the drone in her lap protesting profusely in angry whirrs and chirps with the precise translation appearing on her HUD. That, or the nitrogen oxidizers in her mask were malfunctioning and she was currently having a seizure. Either way, nothing went against the fact that Sevyn was indeed traveling toward the infamous Lone Star, lost only a decade earlier than today.
Stories of its disappearance were as varied and countless as the stars, the possible secrets and treasures it held even more so. There were many schematics available for the ship, booming especially in popularity in the first few solar years that it disappeared with almost all of them naturally fake. The true schematics for the one-of-a-kind ship was a jealously guarded secret of its creators, rumored to be hidden in the ship itself with all the workers that had worked on its construction being silently killed off (or at least that was how the most popular theory went).
Either way, Sevyn knew this was once-in-a-lifetime chance and would not spend it by concerning herself with the specifics like who her teammates were or what was she actually sent to do on the ship. All she needed to know was that they were there, and they would help her discover all there was to learn about the ship.
Of course there was the snag of how she was supposed to actually get inside the vessel, which proved to be quite the conundrum with the lack of power in the ship and the presumably extended nature of the mission. While all her teammates provided all semi-worthwhile suggestions of how to get inside, she was already getting her Ardie ready to provide a quick surface scan on the ship, but then the pilot beat her to it when he pointed out a nearby airlock that the team of ragtag misfits could enter through. Assuming that the ship used standard sizes for all its doors, the shuttle could theoretically dock with the ship. The only problem was that the docking tube for variety of shuttle that they were riding in was extremely, designed only to be used to dock with another shuttle or lifepod, which meant that correctly aligning the tube would require the skills of utmost top pilots - skills which Sevyn most certainly possessed, but perhaps not which their current pilot did if her prior experience working with United Alliance Navy single-craft pilots were anything to go by.
Otherwise, assuming the ship worked with standard airlocks, there would be a manual latch both inside and outside that the party could open without needing any power from the ship and from there, possibly the greatest moment up until now for the Syndari.
"Listen flyboy," she said, the flanging in her voice reverberating around the passenger bay, "if you think you can dock us with the airlock, aces! But if not, why not let me take the shuttle for a spin. You do know who I am right? Sevyn Spades? Kind of a big deal in the Syndarin systems? We'll be in and out before you know it."
Stories of its disappearance were as varied and countless as the stars, the possible secrets and treasures it held even more so. There were many schematics available for the ship, booming especially in popularity in the first few solar years that it disappeared with almost all of them naturally fake. The true schematics for the one-of-a-kind ship was a jealously guarded secret of its creators, rumored to be hidden in the ship itself with all the workers that had worked on its construction being silently killed off (or at least that was how the most popular theory went).
Either way, Sevyn knew this was once-in-a-lifetime chance and would not spend it by concerning herself with the specifics like who her teammates were or what was she actually sent to do on the ship. All she needed to know was that they were there, and they would help her discover all there was to learn about the ship.
Of course there was the snag of how she was supposed to actually get inside the vessel, which proved to be quite the conundrum with the lack of power in the ship and the presumably extended nature of the mission. While all her teammates provided all semi-worthwhile suggestions of how to get inside, she was already getting her Ardie ready to provide a quick surface scan on the ship, but then the pilot beat her to it when he pointed out a nearby airlock that the team of ragtag misfits could enter through. Assuming that the ship used standard sizes for all its doors, the shuttle could theoretically dock with the ship. The only problem was that the docking tube for variety of shuttle that they were riding in was extremely, designed only to be used to dock with another shuttle or lifepod, which meant that correctly aligning the tube would require the skills of utmost top pilots - skills which Sevyn most certainly possessed, but perhaps not which their current pilot did if her prior experience working with United Alliance Navy single-craft pilots were anything to go by.
Otherwise, assuming the ship worked with standard airlocks, there would be a manual latch both inside and outside that the party could open without needing any power from the ship and from there, possibly the greatest moment up until now for the Syndari.
"Listen flyboy," she said, the flanging in her voice reverberating around the passenger bay, "if you think you can dock us with the airlock, aces! But if not, why not let me take the shuttle for a spin. You do know who I am right? Sevyn Spades? Kind of a big deal in the Syndarin systems? We'll be in and out before you know it."
Politics, power, property, none of this mattered to the Ebon Hawks. Money was king, but the company's reputation of upholding their every agreement was as dear as their lives.
As such, when the kingdom of Eridun offered to hire the Ebon Hawks for a substantial stipend of gold every month of their service that happened to greater than what the republic of Talynis was already paying the mercenaries, the Ebon Hawks were forced to decline. The company saw every job to the end, even if their partnership with the Talynis was formed only days before the Eridunites offer.
The Ebon Hawk's first assignment with the Talynis involved the taking of keep along the front lines of the war and due to the already incredibly stretched resources of the Talyns, they would be taking the keep by themselves. While only mildly worrying, the Ebon Hawks were professionals for a reason and they ventured off to battle with pride on their sleeves and pockets heavy with coin.
A goblin too young to quit fighting and too old to be caught in the romantics of war creaked and stretched every muscle in her body as it groaned in complaint, her eyes squinting against the last harsh rays of the evening light. She grumbled as she absentmindedly scratched her arm, reaching for her equipment and noticing that her companion for the night had already disappeared, presumably to do their duty to someone awake and willing to pay.
The diminutive creature took only a few minutes to strap on her armor and sword, needing only the bare necessities for the night's work. Just as she finished securing the last strap, Soren stuck his nose into the goblin's tent. "Captain's called the meeting. They're waiting for you, Lieutenant."
The goblin grunted in affirmation, waving the young soldier away as she stumbled out of the tent, rubbing her eyes in exhaustion. It was at this time that the night creatures of the company started to wake as similar groans and general grumbliness could be heard all throughout the camp as their nonessential daytime brethren retired for the night. Taking a second to remember where she was placed in the organized chaos of the camp, she started to stagger toward the Captain's tent, nodding to a comrade here and a compatriot there. She stopped briefly to grab a quick breakfast from whatever leftovers the cooks had provided and happened to bump into an extremely old friend, Jhon. "How went your day's work," she asked innocuously, gnawing on a piece of meat.
Jhon grunted, the magics he had worked alongside the other wizards still clinging faintly to his body. The goblin nodded, thankful that she at least got to rest unlike the poor sods in the keep they were sieging. Pleasantries done, the goblin continued along her way and entered the Captain's tent quietly, grabbing a stool to properly see the plans the Captain had laid out.
The Captain was a grizzled old elf, although the only indication of it were the scars that littered his body and the weary fire that still burned in his eyes. Nodding to the Lieutenant, the Captain continued assigning tasks and orders to the officers gathered around his table while simultaneously unfolding the battle plan, which was nothing too fancy or glamorous, but it worked. The Lieutenant would begin barraging the keep's walls with the catapults the company had set up the day prior. If they actually managed to bring down the walls, fantastic, but the catapult fire was to mainly be used as a distraction while the mages still awake would prepare their illusionary spell of rushing soldiers using the shadows of the night. At the same time, several squads of actual soldiers would circle around the keep, rushing the walls with ladders and from there, the taking of the keep.
Every officer was clear on the plan and their role in it, but before they could leave and go to their respective positions, the Captain issued out one final warning to everyone.
"Remember, all the villagers are inside the keep. Kill those only who resist."
As such, when the kingdom of Eridun offered to hire the Ebon Hawks for a substantial stipend of gold every month of their service that happened to greater than what the republic of Talynis was already paying the mercenaries, the Ebon Hawks were forced to decline. The company saw every job to the end, even if their partnership with the Talynis was formed only days before the Eridunites offer.
The Ebon Hawk's first assignment with the Talynis involved the taking of keep along the front lines of the war and due to the already incredibly stretched resources of the Talyns, they would be taking the keep by themselves. While only mildly worrying, the Ebon Hawks were professionals for a reason and they ventured off to battle with pride on their sleeves and pockets heavy with coin.
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A goblin too young to quit fighting and too old to be caught in the romantics of war creaked and stretched every muscle in her body as it groaned in complaint, her eyes squinting against the last harsh rays of the evening light. She grumbled as she absentmindedly scratched her arm, reaching for her equipment and noticing that her companion for the night had already disappeared, presumably to do their duty to someone awake and willing to pay.
The diminutive creature took only a few minutes to strap on her armor and sword, needing only the bare necessities for the night's work. Just as she finished securing the last strap, Soren stuck his nose into the goblin's tent. "Captain's called the meeting. They're waiting for you, Lieutenant."
The goblin grunted in affirmation, waving the young soldier away as she stumbled out of the tent, rubbing her eyes in exhaustion. It was at this time that the night creatures of the company started to wake as similar groans and general grumbliness could be heard all throughout the camp as their nonessential daytime brethren retired for the night. Taking a second to remember where she was placed in the organized chaos of the camp, she started to stagger toward the Captain's tent, nodding to a comrade here and a compatriot there. She stopped briefly to grab a quick breakfast from whatever leftovers the cooks had provided and happened to bump into an extremely old friend, Jhon. "How went your day's work," she asked innocuously, gnawing on a piece of meat.
Jhon grunted, the magics he had worked alongside the other wizards still clinging faintly to his body. The goblin nodded, thankful that she at least got to rest unlike the poor sods in the keep they were sieging. Pleasantries done, the goblin continued along her way and entered the Captain's tent quietly, grabbing a stool to properly see the plans the Captain had laid out.
The Captain was a grizzled old elf, although the only indication of it were the scars that littered his body and the weary fire that still burned in his eyes. Nodding to the Lieutenant, the Captain continued assigning tasks and orders to the officers gathered around his table while simultaneously unfolding the battle plan, which was nothing too fancy or glamorous, but it worked. The Lieutenant would begin barraging the keep's walls with the catapults the company had set up the day prior. If they actually managed to bring down the walls, fantastic, but the catapult fire was to mainly be used as a distraction while the mages still awake would prepare their illusionary spell of rushing soldiers using the shadows of the night. At the same time, several squads of actual soldiers would circle around the keep, rushing the walls with ladders and from there, the taking of the keep.
Every officer was clear on the plan and their role in it, but before they could leave and go to their respective positions, the Captain issued out one final warning to everyone.
"Remember, all the villagers are inside the keep. Kill those only who resist."
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You could always ask Felix to fly you back to the fleet, report that everything clear and ready to be salvaged and then collect your bounty and skedaddle before the next team get massacred?
Clearly you hired the wrong team for this then.
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You wouldn't really know those kinds of details about the ship unless someone was already intimate with the design, or could get their hands on a schematic of some kind.
Guess it's time to crack open an airlock then and take our wonderful chances, unless someone else has a better idea.
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