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Post by Mierin on Mar 26, 2018 21:21:34 GMT -5
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Vivian returns the hug and pulls back with a surprised look. "I knew she wasn't your biggest fan, but I never knew she did that!" Vivian sighs "I'm sorry, I didn't understand what was going on and with taking care of my mother, I just let you back away." Looking up at Lex, Vivian adds, "I was never upset that you were dating my aunt - it mainly bothered me that you kept it a secret and lied to me about it." Vivian shrugs, "It made me feel like you couldn't trust me and that bothered me a lot more than anything else." Vivian smiles, "But I appreciate you being honest with me now. We need to make a pact - to do our best to come back from this and be honest with each other from now on."
(after gm post)
Standing proudly in her new Steel Fist armour, Vivian nods politely at the assembled group and says, "It's nice to see you all again." she's curious about the Tillman's as she remembered saving the little girl and taking her over to the Tillman's. Her eyes widen at the sight of the rocket. 'Are we really going to do this?' she wonders to herself.
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Post by yendorj on Apr 1, 2018 19:55:06 GMT -5
Rex, dressed as Mr. Colt, .45 Thompson slung over his back, sharing space with a backpack, gives the surroundings a new look, never one to be too familiar. Lady Angeline, dressed like a woman going on safari, pith helmet and all, though also carries a pack of her own, notably of which, a gas mask.
“Must hire the same company you do, Colt.”
Colt chuckles, “Cleaning? Indeed. Good to see you all aga—…I’ll have to take notes from him.”
Colt gives a slight nod to Isabella. “Cleaned up the wreckage. Not my forte to fix all damage.”
“Wonderful working retreat.”
“Patrick’s expecting a child? Have them avoid trains,” remarks Colt. Seeing the ship, he actually has nothing to say.
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Post by dakota on Apr 2, 2018 3:57:19 GMT -5
(before GM post)
"Sounds like a good plan kiddo. Agreed." Lex nodded.
(after GM post)
His own armour cleaned and repaired, Lex stood in his Steelfist attire, though his face was uncovered. He was not surprised Powell had secrets to reveal, but the scope was the true surprise as the elevator was revealed, and then the rocket. Their associates accompanying them did not however as he smiled and nodded politely as he saw the Mayerts and the Duchess.
The rocket left him speechless at first, before he spoke up, "I'm not sure whether to call this idea incredible or absurd. You still haven't told us your plan how we stop an entire planet."
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Post by doc on Apr 2, 2018 20:28:33 GMT -5
Arnold Palmer wheeled himself around onto a gangplank. He made his way into the belly of the rocket, beckoning you to follow. "Simple, we find and kill the King."
"King?" Isabella perked an eyebrow.
"The King has absolute control of the planet from his bio-throne - that includes propulsion, the weapon systems, the consumption engines, the Imperial Marines -"
Matt followed Palmer onto the rocket. "And again, I'm curious how you know so much about this place?"
"Because...it's home."
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Post by dakota on Apr 4, 2018 22:12:33 GMT -5
Lex took two steps to follow Powell towards the gangplank, but he slowed as listened to what their benefactor was saying, then came to a complete halt. "Hold it. Back the wagon up a little and start talking sense." His Tommy Trencher was unslung, but not held in a menacing manner, "Matt, you might want to step back a little. Mr. Powell, you need to do a whole lot more explaining if I understand what you just said. Are you telling us you are one of these Cannibal planet people? And if you are, how are we supposed to know you aren't a scout sent out to find a nice juicy target like us?" The shotgun was half raised now as he showed a sudden mistrust.
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Post by yendorj on Apr 8, 2018 0:38:40 GMT -5
"He has had plenty of times to betray, or harm us. Heavens, he knows enough about us to ruin our lives, both public and private. If he was going to, it would have been done. Strategically, a scout does not reveal that fact. I have had to infiltrate many a place, and I never went in telling them all I am really Mr. Colt in disguise. Only type of scout who would do so, are those who have either the main army within shooting distance, or so skilled and powerful, they only need to send the scout."
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Post by dakota on Apr 8, 2018 13:42:02 GMT -5
"And we have a planet that wants to strip ours clean looming in the distance." Lex pointed out despite Rex making sense. "I consider that withing shooting range."
He looked at Powell, " We deserve an explanation before we climb in your contraption."
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Post by doc on Apr 8, 2018 22:18:34 GMT -5
Powell's eyes locked with Lex's as he wheeled his way towards him.
"The Battle of Saint-Mihiel, you remember it, I'm sure? Both of you," Powell's fingers moved between Lex and Rex. "were there. I was Army Air Service, 82nd Division, 50th Aero Squad. I was flying artillery surveillance in that godawful weather when I got hit. Didn't know what it could have been - felt like the hand of God, and all I could see was a wall of red light."
Powell chuckled for a moment, then continued wheeling towards Lex. "See, turns out The Emperor of Kalabaru - a nasty piece of work by the name of Relak of the Deathmarchers - he sends out seeker beams to find "specimens" for potential target worlds when he's still a ways off. I was a specimen, being tested to see if our world, our species, would have any value - as slaves, meat, resources, etc. I busted out. I found other rebels. I fought back. For five years. I found a cause to fight for that wasn't just war for the sake of lines on a map. More than that, I found a wife, a family."
"There was an ambush. Relak decided I was too much of a threat, so he decided to get rid of me the only way he could - he beamed me back here."
"Time doesn't work there the same way as here. Don't ask me to explain it - I contacted a German Nobel Prize Winner about it, and he couldn't make sense of it either. Point is, five years there? That was five minutes here. I was back inside my cockpit just in time for it to hit the dirt, and that's how I'm in the chair."
"I've spent the last decade looking for a way back to my family - to finish the fight I started and send Relak straight to hell. If I told you this before, I don't think you'd believe me - hell, you probably still don't. But I'm going back there, and I need your help, because otherwise this world gets eaten like an apple."
Powell grabbed the barrel of Lex's Trencher, and pointed it at his own chest. "And if you think I'm a spy, you better goddamn pull that trigger." He looked up at Steelfist.
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Post by yendorj on Apr 11, 2018 22:15:00 GMT -5
ZpL0hBUr1d100 Analyze & Operate
"Time dilation. It's how putting your hands on a hot stove can last for hours, even if it's minutes. Hands on a beautiful woman lasts minutes, even if it's actually hours. You lived a year to a minute, meaning..." Pauses, thinking it over, "you were actually five years older when your plane performed a strategic failure."
Goes silent as Powell positions Lex's gun, speaks up. "To put it in layman's terms, pull the damn trigger. End the option we have of defeating a planet that wants to devour ours. Please, kill our only lead and avenue of possible salvation."1d100
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Post by Mierin on Apr 15, 2018 17:04:54 GMT -5
Vivian doesn't understand the reference of the battle, but she listens quietly. She is tense when Powell points the gun Lex is holding at his own chest. "just stop this, both of you." She imitates her own mother's strict voice. "Stop being so dramatic! You want our help? This is the wrong way to go about getting it." To Lex, she says "Put the gun down."
Glancing over at Rex, she adds, "Sarcasm isn't helping the situation either."
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Post by dakota on Apr 16, 2018 12:23:40 GMT -5
Lex was caught off guard as Powell took his barrel and placed it to his chest after the explanation. He swallowed hard as he pulled the weapon away, suddenly ashamed for even questioning the man's loyalties. "Rex, shut up." He snapped before slinging the weapon. He winked at Powell, "Give the young lady her own suit of armour, and suddenly she thinks she's in charge." He offered a handshake to Powell as an unspoken apology
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Post by doc on Apr 16, 2018 13:02:20 GMT -5
Powell nodded, taking Lex's hand in his. "Alright, everyone, get aboard. First part is the hardest - thankfully I consulted a few experts to make sure we've got what we need to make it past the thick layers of atmosphere. I just hope Goddard was right." He wheeled his way back onto the rocket.
As all of you enter, you see that everything has been strapped down and there are padded chairs for you to sit in - and that the chairs are situated at 90 degrees to the floor.
"Strap in." Powell started climbing up a rope ladder to the top of the cockpit with just his arms. "And take off any jewelry, watches, necklaces, etc - the force of the launch will make a ear ring weigh as much as a bowling ball."
The Mayerts brothers offered their hands to anyone who needed assistance.
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Post by dakota on Apr 17, 2018 12:23:58 GMT -5
“Better store the armour for now.” Lex said, turning to Vivian before starting to pull off his own and putting it in the storage area with his weapons. As he watched Powell pull himself up the ladder, he asked a question nagging in the back of his mind. “I hate to ask, but what’s to keep them from using that abduction ray on us and capturing us all before we get there?”
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Post by yendorj on Apr 18, 2018 20:58:01 GMT -5
(To Vivian) "The very first part, was not sarcasm."
Looks up the rope ladder to the seats, sighs removing various hidden items. "Having a pistol weigh dozens of pounds on your hip, doesn't sound like fun."
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Post by Mierin on Apr 22, 2018 22:07:46 GMT -5
Vivian nods at Lex. "That's probably a good idea." She also takes off her armour and puts her weapons with it, glad she doesn't usually wear jewelry on a job. She straps herself in and takes a deep breath, trying not to show just how nervous she is in regards to what they are about to do.
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