The skin was always the best part, Thada thought as he downed another chunk of the bird in front of him. That's where all the seasoning stuck, and where that wonderful crispy taste could be found. With the steel point in his hand, he slid off the golden-brown surface of one of the bird's legs, and quickly snatched it with his sharp teeth before swallowing it with a single gluttonous gulp. He took a moment to look around the mess hall again. Just like most other times he was there, he was alone, which he didn't really understand. Did really none of them eat at this hour, or did they eat inside their rooms or something? Bah, lunchtime is lunchtime; he doesn't need someone to interrupt his meal anyhow.

 "All crew Members, gather your combat equipment and all other necessary items. Gather in the Docking bay, we will be descending planet side in the drop-ship shortly."

Thada looked up when he heard Aesen's voice. His face cracked up in a toothy grin. Finally, a good fight coming. And not just a fight, but actual combat. He'd mostly fought drunk troublemakers and cheeky wannabe thugs who thought they were something because they had knives for the last few years. This battlefield dry spell had gone on way too long. He looked at the still steaming-hot bird on the plate before him. Taking a last large bite out of the leg he was holding, Thada got right up from his seat and with brisk steps walked towards the elevator.

Going down to the bottom floor, he promptly entered the armoury. He wasted no time in getting equipped, starting with tearing off all his civvie clothes and throwing them on the floor next to him. He then worked on his combat suit - a tight-sitting, single-piece outfit made of a suit of thin super-insulating fabric covered by a sturdy layer of carbon nanotubing, which itself was covered by another layer of fabric that held the countless micro-electronics that would electronically connect all the pieces of the suit. On top of this were two dozen plates of varying sizes, made of some sort of ultra-light metal alloy that he didn't really know the science behind. On the large breastplate hung a smaller, thin, curved plate in three thin tubes. He promptly took this plate and placed it over his neck, and felt the familiar sting of the tubes piercing into his neck, connecting his arteries with the suit's internal adrenal pump. After this he quickly put his oxygen mask back on and took a few deep breaths to make up for the oxygen lost. The plates covered the vast majority of his body, but there were still spots here and there left bare so as to not compromise mobility. This was made up however, by the personal shielding that quietly hummed to life when Thada activated his suit's electronics. He cursed himself yet again for losing his helmet, as the shielding only went as far as the plates could sustain it. His suit only went up to his neck as well, which meant his head was completely exposed with no form of protection. He ran his finger once again over the largest scar on his face; they would not exist had he not lost that damn helmet.

Having put on his armour in a short three minutes, Thada then took the wristblades he had locked up nearby. He put clamped them onto his wrists, testing each by moving up his hand and watching as the long, thin blade shot out with a loud clang as the mechanisms pushed it out as fast as they possibly could. After that, Thada took out his trusty Stinger - the large submachine gun he had carried with him all these years. Loading in a full magazine and locking four additional mags onto the magnetic slots on his lower back, he then put it on safety and slung it over his shoulder, then went out the door, ready to report to the docking bay.

Thada made a silent growl from the back of his throat as Zephirius got a little too close for comfort. Did Vis have no concept of personal space? No, that's not it - he never had any issues of the like when working with others of his kind back when. Was he just socially inept? No, not that either. In fact, he realized, it was very much deliberate. Was he trying to nudge out some kind of reaction? Bah, no matter. What this weird Vis wanted or thought about wasn't all that important in relation to what he had just been told by the weird Human. He looked at the other operatives that were still in the room.

"So let me get this straight,"he said, working to put on his blue field jacket while he spoke. "We're gonna save the galaxy from some kind of angry half-animal-half-fungus aliens who can basically control reality with their own stupidity, whose guns only fire because they think they will, and who's got basically magicians amongst them? And to cancel out those magicians, our boss is some sort of anti-mage who can pop our heads just by taking off his headband? Excuse me, but is no one else seeing how utterly gently-carressed this is, or am I just the crazy one?"he asked, making a sweeping gesture at all of his now-colleagues.

No pain for anyone but Aluin

A misunderstanding on my part, then.

Oh, and they are planning to do the same with all the other Star Wars movies, since they found out that all of them have similar Chinese subtexting.

Ohmagahd I'm gone for a day and Ragez turns old D:

Happy post-b-day! 😃

So, Tobbs I just heard that Sweden reintroduced a draft. Are you going to be fighting Russians?

Only people at 18 years of age are gonna be drafted. I just missed it.

Which in a way is a bit of a shame. I applied for the military half a year ago but was rejected.

I thought it was served spoiled...

It is salted just enough to keep it from being properly rotten at time of serving. If there is air in the can or if you just wait too long, it'll rot completely. You'll see it by the can being swollen and looking ready to explode.

And that's when it's proper chemical warfare.

I swear I have seen this exact exchange before wtf

Haven't seen it in the News at all here. They've mostly talked about refugees, how they'redan up to no good, and how we are racist for thinking they're up to no good.

Either that or I somehow missed it and they stopped talking about it really quickly.

They are still around, mostly on team speak and steam. I have been friends with Rune and Morgan on Skype for a long time.

Even text Rune from time to time when he messages me. Or me and Chellie decide to bug him.

That reminded me of the Skype calls I used to have with Chellie and Martyn (I forgot his username but I have him on fb so I know his real name, ironically). That disappeared when I lost my old Skype account, though ;-;

Zeph isn't into Neal, Zeph doesn't really do romance. He's in it ('it' being 'life) for the fame and excitement.

Zephirus, on the other hand, appreciates handsome and beautiful peeps and takes an active role in seduction and enticement for what he either wants, or wants to kill. Which is which often depends on how handsome you are.

The more I look at my last post, the less I like it. It does not portray Thada as the character I want him to be. I think I'll change it a bit.

EDIT: That's better.

Sitting here looking through the member list out of curiosity, and realizing just how long this site has been up and how many people have come and gone over the years, even excluding the hordes of bots. And that's just this site. I was goddamn 14 years old when I first came onto TZF.

You know who I miss? Morgan, Savakka and Kikai. Know who I don't miss? Evan and Rakia. Mostly Rakia. Can't believe it's been 4 years since we rid ourselves of him.