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Posted by: Shu - 08-12-2017, 01:43 PM - Forum: Coruscant
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We’re stronger than those before us,
We must take what is given.
Steel walls, creations used for protection,
No longer will we huddle in tents,
We must take what is given.
No longer do we let the beasts have their fill.
Worry no more.
The machines will keep us safe.
~ Torun Dir’Ogun; Direnway Chieftain ~
Blinding light seared his eyes, tears forming at the corners as he went to rub his face and wipe them away. His skin tingled after walking through the gate, goosebumps forming all over his body. There was a sense of static clinging to him but it wasn’t the same as the well-known embrace of electricity. Another sensation that felt alien and familiar all the same, a mockery of what static should be but at the same time it felt like it was so much more.
Shū decided then and there that he did not like stepping through the gate.
As the haze encompassing his vision settled, the first thing he noticed was the sound. A buzz of people all around, a cacophony of metal and the low hum of people talking. Loud cries in the distance and the whizzing of large objects flying overhead as they cut through the air. Blurry vision gave way to clarity, his eyes widening and his jaw hanging slack.
Fantastic spires of metal reached for the sky, reaching heights equivalent to the tallest of mountains Shū had climbed. Metal boxes flew through the sky, their colors as various as the speeds they traveled. They zipped and zoomed here and there while others plodded along slowly, one after the other. Shū twisted his body to keep a bright yellow one in sight as it peeled across the sky overhead. Floating words of light dotted above him.
Welcome to Coruscant. It was quaint in comparison to the magnificence of everything else. Shū wasn’t sure how he understood the words but he did and pushed the nauseous feeling in his gut down.
“If you hold your mouth open any longer flies might get in there.” A voice broke through the trance the city had over him. Shū blinked several times before snapping his mouth shut and tightening his lips in annoyance. It was the captain of the stormtroopers he had followed here, though he was wearing his ivory helmet once more.
“Great, isn’t it? This is all thanks to the Emperor…” He seemed to take in the landscape as his troopers piled into one of the metal boxes behind them. After awhile of them both taking in the scenery, he faced Shū once more and stood there in silence. The captain seemed to be contemplating something before finally speaking.
“Look, I know this must be disorienting but you’ll be fine. You’re a prime. We have terminals all over the city that can explain to you wh-” He stopped, a chuckle escaping the confines of his helmet as Shū gave him a suspicious look.
“Come with me.” He waved the shaman over to a plastic screen sticking out of a curving piece of metal. With a swipe of his hand, lights lit up and formed words. There was even a female’s voice to accompany the contraption which spurred a flurry of questions to spew from his mouth. Again a chuckle left the captain as he tried to calm Shū down.
“Give it a second. This terminal has all the answers you need, what it means to be a prime and how you can help the Emperor in his mission to better the Omniverse.” The captain explained, pulling up a menu with another swipe of his hand.
“I…see.” Shū said cautious as he looked around. He paused in his quick survey, head craning slowly back to the figure standing near the vehicle the stormtroopers had piled in. Metal limbs and autonomous movements sent shivers up his spine, the small hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.
Electricity suddenly took to the air as the shaman’s eyes widened and his pupils dilated. Its copper skin glistened in the sunlight but it seemed to have detected him as a threat as it seemed startled with the shaman’s malicious glare. White armor blocked his view and the static in the air died as he saw that the captain was standing in front of him, weapon pointed at his chest once more.
“Listen, you have to accept this is a new world. Machines, the metal-men from your world, roam these streets. Some of them are sentient, self-aware. Others maintain this city. I don’t expect you to accept it right away but this is Coruscant; we have rules you have to follow. And you will obey them. No violence, shaman.” There was a coldness to his words that shook Shū from his violent urges. Green eyes lingered on the lenses of the trooper, he knew the man’s face and knew the kind of glare he would be giving the shaman. With a reluctant nod and defying every urge to look at the metal-man again, he followed the instructions of the captain.
Leaning how to use the device was simple enough. The way it was designed was obviously for people like him who had never had experience with such technology. For all its beeping and chirping, which Shū found unnecessary, it held more knowledge than the even the most devout of story keepers. There was a cry from the vehicle and the captain waved off his compatriots as he pointed more things out to the electrical shaman.
“Why don’t you head to one of the parks here? I always go there to clear my head. This one over here,” He mentioned as a map pulled up, pointing at a corner circle, “Doesn’t have many androids or machines. When you clear your head, get a hold on how to use Omnilium, and get some decent clothes on, why don’t you go to one of the recruitment offices? We could use another prime on our side…”
“Side? You mentioned that before in the…” Shū searched for the word before it popped into his mind, “The Nexus. You said Camelot. I don’t understand why you would be at war and not make peace.”
“We’re not technically at war…look, it’s complicated. The Emperor was the first prime here and has helped a lot of people. I don’t hate some of the people in Camelot but they’re going about things all wrong, if they just listened...” There was a long pause as the captain tapped the edge of the screen, staring at it for a while before speaking again, “Just go to a recruitment office when you’re ready, the officers assigned there can break it down for you better than I can.”
“I will follow your guidance, captain.” Shū said, realizing the captain seemed conflicted about something but didn’t press the matter. The stormtrooper raised his hand to the shaman, the shaman taking him by the forearm and resisting the urge to pull him close as was custom. Suddenly Shū was pulled closer with a firm squeeze of his forearm. A smile broke out on the dark-haired shaman’s face and he liked to imagine the captain was smiling as well.
“You can call me Turk. Good luck, Shū En’Asena of the Enirah.” The pronunciation was terrible but appreciated all the same.
“Arnaya protect you, Einde guide you, Turk of Coruscant.” Once more the man under the helmet chuckled as he hoped into the large vehicle. There was a vibration to the air and then it miraculously lifted off the ground, zooming away like so many others that lined the sky. There were others milling about the platform, other groups of stormtroopers coming and going but no one paid him any mind.
Standing there, taking in the scenery and seeing how far into the horizon the urban sprawl continued, Shū walked over to the same terminal and tapped it a few times before getting the response the captain had told him about. After tampering with it for a while and going to talk with one of the caretakers of the vehicles afterwards, he was flying in one of the metal containers in a matter of minutes.
Like the gateway, it was also an experience he did not enjoy.
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| [Open] Through the Valley and into the Mountains |
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Posted by: Ebonywood Hellscythe - 08-12-2017, 09:51 AM - Forum: Camelot
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Quote:Open. Just PM me or tell me first, I'm not gonna say no, but wait for me to give you some extra details first (like notes and stuff). Player characters can come along it they want, although I'm writing Original Secondary Characters. This is sort of a side project, somewhere for me to write when everywhere else slows down, dunno how long it'll get. I'll make an OOC thread if needed. My posts will be whenever, but I don't mind if someone completely hijacks the thread and double or triple posts (nor do I care about post size). Just let me know if you're joining and when you're posting (so I don't start writing at the same time).
In general...
Characters:
I haven't thought about much. For mine, just try to follow of my lead. As long as you don't contradict what they've done, I really don't mind. You can't write them out of character since they don't have a character yet. Just don't kill them off or start and violence without consulting me.
Terrain and area stuff:
Generic medival village stuff, mostly surrounded my unscalable mountains, has a cave that got turned into a mine. There's one clear exit, and that's following through a valley (a river is at the bottom, and to the side of it there's a raised path) for some distance. The valley curves and zig-zags so it's hard to see far. There's a lake at the end of the river on the town side. The town is on fairly low ground, so you have to go up hill when leaving, even through the valley.
Use your imagination for fascilities. It's probably a self sufficient area. There's room for some farms and livestock. Fishing. Starvation usually wouldn't be a problem. Probably a blacksmith, but for mining tools. They likely used to export metals and stuff for rarer materials.
People:
About 200 or so. Possibly more. About as large as it can be where most people will know each other, at least by name. I reckon that since everyone is able to know each other personally (so ignorance of others is very lacking), the few elves or dwarves and such that live there won't be discriminated against in most cases.
TL;DR: Basically, as long as you don't contradict any former posts, I don't mind. Consider this like improv. Which it kind of is because unlike my usual writing I don't know where this'll end up until I write it. That said, I do have some "canon" I want to happen over the next few posts, so PM for stuff on that and joining advice.
James sat on the front of his trading wagon, idly reading a book while his horse did the work. This was a quiet road, hidden along a valley. It would reach nightfall by the time he arrived at his destination, but he wasn't worried about being ambushed. No bandits had deemed this a worthwhile road to patrol - James was the only person that tended to trade here, it was profitable, but even then he only came once a month. Camelot was usually fairly safe in terms of monsters as well, so in his assumed safety, his eyes rarely flickered to the road.
The valley basin was reasonably wide and flat, in this time of summer the river tended to recline on the left side (the right if leaving) allowing him the luxury of simple and easy travel - even if it curved, the general path was still simple. Occasionally in spring, he had to make two trips with a smaller cart. That was hell, but he liked trading with the people. He brought many things to the town, such as books, furs, clothes, potions, medical supplies, occasionally even jewellery if asked for. In return, he took refined metals, coal, tools, and sometimes weapons and armour - this was what he sold later down the line. It was worth much more than the supplies he brought in, yet he was the only person the exploited the route. He didn't particularly see it as unfair, after all, the supplies he gave in were worth much more to the village than what he left with. When he thought back to previous conversations, he realised both he and the villagers felt they were getting an unevenly good side of the deal.
On this particular trip, he had a very small selection of books on farming, mining, and smithing techniques in addition to the large stack of animal furs and writing supplies. As a token of good will, he threw in a few fictional additions. One was a thick, large book - he'd heard good things about it. Another was a smaller book designed to help teach people to read and write, yet accompanied with a small story. And the last one, the one he was ever so close to finishing, was a fun lighthearted adventure novel. It had seemed childish at first, but to him in his uniform normal life, it felt exciting. He was sure some of the town children would love it - if only more of them had got into reading for fun. It was a shame, he thought. A shame how children were beginning to grow up there without seeing the world.
The Omniverse hadn't changed James much. He'd always been a trader, and that continued here. Although he did recognise that one well meaning prime could easily drive him out of business. But he supposed he could always provide transport instead. He'd done that in the past.
Clip. Clop. Crack. Swoosh. Crack. Splash.
A stray rock collided with the stream, ripples hidden by its current. He'd considered trading using the river, but it was only suitable for one-way transport. And was perhaps too shallow. Maybe in spring, but not right now.
In near perfect sync, James closed the book, reaching the ending with a smile on his bearded face while a voice echoed out.
"Hey, look. James is here!"
James looked up reactively at the sound, his short black hair shifting slightly. The voice was young, and a tad deeper than one might expect. It was hard for him to remember everyone's names, so to the annoyance of James, he didn't recognise the child. He did, however, manage to identify some of the other faces in the crowd. David, a stern looking middle aged bloke. Much gruffer than James, and with rugged black hair and a beard to fit the image. He was the formal mayor of the town. Lyra, David's daughter, a growing girl soon to be on the verge of adulthood, probably in her mid teens. She was easily recognisable by her overly long mess of blond hair, always asking if James brought books for her. Garreth, an old balding man with wisps of grey hair was the last key face James's eyes met. He had a bent back and walked with a cane, generally being respected by most due to his knowledge, enough to warrant the unofficial position of Village Elder.
Upon travelling through the wooden arch, signifying entrance to the town's boundaries, it was early than he expected. Yet the mountains shielded the location from light. The sky was turning orange, yet the ground was mostly dark with the exception of the illuminating torches. Pleasantries were exchanged between the adults while Lyra impatiently waited for a gap in conversation. Seeing this, James smiled. "Perhaps we should finalise the details of trade tomorrow when we're all rested. For now, I could do with something warm to fill my belly and a good night's rest," he hinted. Continuing, he raised the bonus selection of books between his hands. Lyra perked up, anticipating what was going to happen. "Also, Lyra, I've got a little something for the section of the library you seem to dominate." Garreth chuckled at this while Lyra jumped forwards snatching the stack out of James's hands, looking at them with beaming eyes.
David sighed slightly, shaking his head and lightly pushing the girl's shoulder. "Don't you have something to say first?"
Lyra wobbled, her focus was entirely on the books. After steadying herself, she sheepishly looked up. "Umm... oh. Sorry... Wait! I meant to thank you!" She paused and mumbled something about being unsure whether she needed to apologise. "Thanks for the books! And sorry for umm... grabbing them. But thanks, and-"
"It's OK Lyra, I appreciate the enthusiasm. Just remember to share." James grinned, cutting off her erratic array of comment. In truth, he didn't know if she would even need to share, but he hoped she would. Not to take books away from her, but he wanted reading to become more common place. It was a good pastime.
From there, the usual routine continued. They ate together at the Inn. While it was more often used as an informal town hall, on select days, and those where James was due, it tended to open. People ate slightly more than usual, some had ale to drink but James usually refused. Today, however, he accepted. He had no plans to leave in the following morning, and business could always be done in the afternoon. The Inn was fairly full, with perhaps a few dozen people filling the tables. It was a rare occasion, as the cost made it unaffordable on a regular basis. The town used standard copper coins for currency instead of bartering with goods as they had in the past. While they acted more like tokens due to the roughly equal pay most people received, James had to spend some time explaining basic economic concepts to David to insure the system stayed stable. Garreth already knew much of what James had said, so he'd felt assured at the time that it would work out.
Amidst the chatter, banter, and friendly telling of stories, Lyra interjected a comment into the conversations. "Take me with you."
James blinked, turning his head. He'd expected her to have already retired for the night. Although, before he could reply or even consider what she was likely asking, David snapped a response. "No. That's out of the question. We've already talked about this. You are safe here. You can be happy here. And I need you to be my heir." He sighed. "I know you want to explore the world, but it's dangerous. You're a smart girl, and it would make me happy to know I have someone to rely on."
"But you have Garreth!"
"Garreth is old. He may be wise, but he's old. And I want to be able to join him with no regrets, eventually."
Lyra crossed her arms. "But Dad, you're not even that old, so you don't need me yet."
David smiled at the first comment, before adopting a more serious expression for his response. "What if I get injured? What if I get sick? What if there are two issues at once, and I can only attend one of them? I need you here, Lyra. Even if you're not a leader yet, I need you to learn."
James stayed silent, people were beginning to visibly listen in on the conversation, staring at the argument.
"Then you can get someone else to do it! Come on. Just one month. I'll be back with James next time. Please."
In truth, James agreed with Lyra somewhat. David could be a very controlling individual, so even if she agreed with him, she was likely disagreeing or arguing out of principle, just to see if she could. She was at that awkward age after all. Although, he didn't know how interesting she'd find it. Travel wasn't always as fun as in the books. Still, he planned to head back to Minas Tirith and perhaps even Dalaran before his next visit here, so if she stayed near him and didn't get lost, everything should be fine. James wasn't usually very good at dealing with children though, especially teenagers. It was only due to Lyra's intellect and respect for him that he was able to work with her.
"No. That doesn't change that fact that it's dangerous out there, isn't it James?"
James blinked, briefly meeting eyes with David. "It can be, yes. You never know what kind of person you'll meet. Especially here in the Omniverse. But, Camelot is one of the safest places there is right now, I haven't met any monsters since coming here, and the only time I was almost robbed, guards stopped it. People are after the cargo, not the person. So, really, I wouldn't mind taking here. I can't assure her safety fully, I'm not a fighter, but I'd do my best." James stopped, seeing Lyra grinning at him. "The decision doesn't lie with me, however."
"No. It doesn't." David frowned, not getting the answer he wanted, nor expected. "The fact is, I need you here. And outside is more dangerous than being in our village. You're staying, and that's final."
Lyra huffed, turning around and leaving. The mood was broken shortly but soon repaired itself as the chatter continued.
The following day, business went about as usual for the town. People farming, mining, fishing, tending to livestock. There wasn't really much battering with James's trade here. It was simply an "I'll give you everything I brought and you give me everything you have to offer." If he wished, James could definitely have exploited the village more, but he didn't want that. He was good at heart, and both sides were happy with it. By the evening, James's wagon was filled mostly with tools and other pieces of metal. He'd spent much of the day walking around the town and catching up with some of the other locals, but Lyra was nowhere to be found. David had commented she was likely sulking somewhere, probably in her room.
The day after, thick clouds filled the sky, shading the landscape. It was grim and grey, but it was time for James to leave. After attaching his horse to the covered wagon, he waved and said he goodbyes as he rode out of the arc. He was a bit disheartened Lyra never got to say goodbye to him, but he figured he would still see the girl next time. A month didn't feel long to him anymore, but it probably would for her. He just hoped David wasn't too hard on the girl, the man was well meaning - just overly protective.
As before, James paid little attention to the path ahead of him, only glancing idly. Sadly for him, he didn't have a book to read. He'd only just passed the first of many bends, blocking his vision from the few people that remained at the arch to wave, yet he was already bored.
Crash.
Lyra had a plan. It was a good plan, but one her father wouldn't approve of. James would though. He'd even said he would take her with him, he just couldn't because David wouldn't let him. It was a fairly simple idea, she just had to sneak under the covering of the trading wagon until James had left the village. The day prior she prepared a bag full of her supplies and belongings, and then very early on the day of the event she set up some snacks and food for herself to last some days. She didn't think James would have much extra food with him.
It worked reasonably well at the start, although the hard metal tools pushing against her were sure to leave bruises, she was certain it would be worth it. She wanted to see the world, at least some of it. She was responsible enough to leave a written message that she knew Garreth would probably be reading within the next half hour. The man always checked on her at the library at that time, so would surely find the letter the left.
Crash.
Lyra shuffled, hearing the sound of rock colliding with rock. Whatever it was shattered and sprayed into the river, evident by the following scatter of plops and scraping sounds.
"What the..." She heard James's voice speak in confusion, although it was muffled by the thick fabric cover.
The cart jolted forwards, the horse attempting to run as fast as it could, yet slowed by the heavy metal it had to drag behind it.
"Dammit." The voice was much more frantic this time, panic filling the tone. It scared Lyra, she didn't know what was happening, but the shunt had buried her under some of the metal, making it hard for her to move. She'd tried to speak but the pressure against her lungs starved her of breath.
"Oof." A few tearing sounds followed James exhale as a weight shifted off the cart. "I'm gonna miss you, buddy." Lyra faintly heard the man's rugged mumbling as the cart began to slow down.
"No! Stay back! Leav-" Two screams followed James's final cry.
That of a horse, and that of its rider.
Lyra froze in the still moving cart, crying of fear.
Slam.
The cart stopped abruptly, Lyra's head slamming into the wooden side - dazing her. It tipped, rolling onto its side after crashing into the uneven rocky valley wall. The covering fell, yet under the crushing mass of tools the girl could barely see anything besides an inhuman shape. Her breath caught in her throat as she froze, staring at the monster. Red liquid dripped from its body.
It swung a limb at her. She could see little, and couldn't even make out the colour of its body from the shaded early light, yet through the newly formed gaps, she saw what she perceived as its head turn back along the valley, towards her home.
As more of a token gesture, it swung again, this time causing a hard piece of metal to crash into Lyra's head. Her body fell limp as the pile slowly fell out. Should anyone have been looking, mere seconds after her loss of consciousness the monster was gone.
Quote:Long post because I'm setting the setting. Later ones will probably be shorter.
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| Misplaced Thread |
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Posted by: Alex Mercer - 08-12-2017, 05:26 AM - Forum: Help Desk
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Yea, so I made a rough outline of how Zi's last day was, where everything sort of culminated in one point and fucked him over... but when I wrote the summery, I wrote everything in bullet points summerized to a few sentences. When I started writing it out, I'm like "Well shit" because now there are several posts over 1k words in the Nexus... Sure they are the "Day before" but I think it's getting excessive.
Long story short, can someone move this thread to the Astral Verse, and maybe edit the title so it mentions it's a flashback or something? Or whatever tag is appropriate, rather.
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| Ridiculous Shit Suggestions |
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Posted by: Gaston - 08-10-2017, 01:35 PM - Forum: Omniverse Discussion
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As you all likely know, Gaston's moves, Power Ups, and alternate forms are all going to be ridiculous shit. Please, in this thread, list ridiculous shit that you'd like to see turned into a move, Power Up, alternate form, or other useful thing, and I may get it eventually.
Upcoming Ridiculous Shit:
Power Up where Gaston eats 4 dozen eggs and gets bigger
Sniper rifle that shoots tiny fists
Moves involving exploding punches
Buff in which Gaston flexes, inspiring his allies to get muscles like him; probably +1 to ATK
Super defence in which Gaston flexes, causing the move itself to get discouraged, either failing or becoming weaker
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Posted by: Asriel Dreemurr - 08-10-2017, 08:18 AM - Forum: Camelot
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Asriel's wounds had rapidly healed by the time he reached the gate to Camelot. He didn't even have to eat anything! After all, well-made monster food and drinks literally heal monster bodies. The gate loomed before him. It was around 12 feet tall and just about as wide. A portal was inside and it showed a small meadow inside. Should he really go in here? After all, if he went in here, he'd officially leave his old life behind. But there was no way to go back anyway. And he didn't want 13-Jzall coming to find him. So, why not make something of himself here?
He stepped into the gate and saw the same meadow as before. Asriel felt the grass and mud go between his toes as he walked. Then, Asriel saw a human in the distance. He put his right hand just above his eyes to block out the sun and to presumably make him out.
The man began coolly striding towards him. Asriel could make out more details about what he looked like the closer he got. His clothes looked like they were just potato sacks woven together. Asriel could see mold starting to grow on them.
Along the way, he said to him, "Hello, child. I can help you if you're lost."
Asriel considered his options. Was this a trap? But, he was willing to take his chances here.
"H-hello," Asriel stammered. "I do need help. Where should I go?"
"OK." the man replied. "I can sense you have magical potential."
The goat gasped. How did he know?
"Ah ha ha. Don't worry, I don't hate wizards. In fact, I am one."
Asriel couldn't believe it. He looked destitute. Surely he could find a job to do with his magic powers.
"You look surprised that I haven't got any money. Well, my home village banished me because of my abilities. Left me in the dirt, they did. So, I use my powers to help new arrivals make their way to a place suited for them in Camelot. I would recommend going to Dalaran, which is a floating island where wizards live. In fact, I'm heading there myself. But, I'm a Secondary, so I have to hitch a ride. I'm waiting for a carriage to take me there. That's coming as we speak. But you can just summon a flying mount to take you there."
Asriel thanked the man and said he would try to find him in Dalaran and repay him if he ever came into possession of any money.
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| Fighting the false emperor |
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Posted by: 13-Jzall - 08-10-2017, 04:08 AM - Forum: Coruscant
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13 was annoyed, not only had Asriel almost killed him but it had taken significantly longer than he would've like to heal and even then he still couldn't move his leg properly. That goat would pay, in the meantime 13 decided to go to the opposite of where Asriel would be right now; Coruscant. 13 knew that the stormtoopers would recognize him soon enough so he found an area with a map and a small paragraph about the area and left. Keeping to the shadows, 13 heard certain things that annoyed him; he heard some astartes calling this 'Palpitine' the god emperor but he wasn't on terra and it was fairly common knowledge to an imperial citizen that only the adeptus custodes may be allowed in the emperor's palace. He decided that he was going to have to get to know the low life of this place to find the group that had decided to rebel against this false Imperium. Not that he knew too much about them, just that he could readily assume that there was more than just common criminals populating the lower tiers. Darting into an alley, he made sure that his revolver and rifle were loaded just in case another fight broke out. If that happened then 13 was sure he would die, albeit making a last stand worthy of the true imperial fists.
As 13 started going down the elevator he saw the tiers and how they changed as he went down. Tier 1 was extravagant but after a few minutes of looking he saw all of the stormtoopers with their guns scanning the population, as if getting ready to kill even the pettiest criminal and the cameras sweeping the whole area making sure that even a private conversation wouldn’t stay that way for long. Tier 2 was mostly the same but it seemed like the people were more relaxed, on further inspection he noticed that there were significantly less cameras but still enough to pretty much get rid of any potential crime he could still see some Stormtroopers but their stance signified that they were not planning on shooting up and entire building just to get a petty thief. Tier 3 was a lot more to his liking; there were soldiers but not enough to make him nervous, cameras but not enough to make him feel like his entire life was being watched and the people seemed like they wouldn’t steal from you but wouldn’t report you to the authorities on a whim. Tier 4 was where 13 started getting a bit nervous, it seemed like the authorities weren’t as strict here and as he was heading down 13 could’ve sworn he saw a Stormtrooper being bribed by someone. On the positive side however, it seemed like it would be pretty easy to get some new augmentations and decided to get off of the elevator to do just that. He met a secondary named Kubrik who augmented his liver and bone marrow which would allow him to take chems without suffering from addiction or withdrawl. He then started moving back towards the elevator when he noticed a piece of graffiti that was obviously anti empire, but if he looked close enough he could see evidence of more expensive paint and possibly frames that weren’t just cardboard. It was faint but there was an air of professionalism about it and if this level was anything to go by, 13 didn’t think that a common teenager did it. Reaching tier 3, 13 decided that it would be as far as he went for the time being and started attempting to locate the rebels, if they would be official or at the very least not common street thugs would be up to the Omnissiah to decide.
Quote:629/5000-10,000, this is for the quest Imperial Disarray. Other primes are welcome to join as long as they keep up with what has been posted by me and PM me to ask permission or to say what their motives will be in this thread
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Posted by: Sam - 08-09-2017, 11:43 PM - Forum: The Whateververse, Man
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What is this? TWO epic birthdays in a row?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARK!
For your present, PEOPLE LEAVE A CLEVER PUN! WHEN YOU LEAVE YOUR WISHES! Mark enjoys them! or don't, that is okay too!
Here's cake. Have a blast today man. =,D or just take it easy
Spoilers = presents to open. Wrapped by River Song. (Yes it is unorthodox to wrap cake but this is the internet.)
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Sam's personal poorly clever pun/ Birthday sacrifice/bad jokes:
[spoiler]What was something Vincent didn't expect on his birthday? A VALENTINE.
Archer's name doesn't make sense if he can't hit the target.... Demographic. :hee:
What rhymes with Kakashi? Not sushi.
This is gonna be a doggone great birthday.
Next!
You don't need to be Tom Cruise to enter THE DANGER ZONE!
So, how old are you now? Thirteen? (Red XIII)
Don't be lion, the above joke was funny and not just in my final fantasies. :hee:
Knock, knock?
Who's there?
221B
221B Who?
Oh that's not my name I just read the door.
Please don't let this one in John.
Lastly,
Mark this birthday for the history books.
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I am really bad at jokes but I tried. Go! TODAY BE a ninja, suit-wearing spy whose name is Vincent!
BUT MOST OF ALL have fun, be silly, and allow your heart to smile a million times.
[spoiler] For some less-sucky, internet and fan created puns, the internet is a wonderful resource:
I found better Kakashi/Naruto puns on the internet here
Quoting lists on the internet doesn't make me lazy! Just... uninventive.
I don't know all these (rather ANY of these) references but I feel like they might be somewhat terrible
Science!
Because Doctor
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