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Announcements / Official Game-IV Discord Group
« on: February 25, 2018, 03:30:34 PM »
Hey Everyone. Just popping by to let you all know we have an official Game-IV Discord Group!


Link here: https://discord.gg/TDzeeZJ

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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: April 30, 2017, 11:20:57 PM »
With the second round having come down, hitting off of the forcefield and smashing the landa to smithereens, Ailuin like everyone else had ducked down behind the closest cover he could find as chunks of rock and debris flew past them.

"I think that was a little too much power" Ailuin spoke telepathically into his comms unit towards Aesen before turning to assess the situation some more. It was obvious from the scene that the original plan had mostly been chucked out the window with the change in battlefield scenery. To make matters more complex, several groups of Orks had come out of the structure to investigate adding to the number of troops by the structure. The turret was also still fully functional adding additional difficulties of which they were going to deal with in the phase two of assault but now had to be moved up to phase one.

Being the support role in this group, he sat in wait for the others to make the first move. It was obvious that if he was the first to attack all the fire would be concentrated onto him and given his weaker structure they would have made short effort of him. It also wouldn't be long until someone jumped into combat and In his wait it was no surprise when Zeph rose to the challenge charging head in towards the conflict. After another second he heard Sniper fire emanating from the direction of Khrelan and an Ork in the distance falling to the ground. It was clear combat had begun and with this meant that he had to act quickly in order to provide support as best as he could.

Thinking. "So Zeph is charging directly into combat like a madman. Khrelan is providing sniper fire so that turret will be pulled towards our location unless its attention is pulled elsewhere. Alternatively, Zeph is going to be lit up faster than a deep-sea lantern if it discovers him first. The rest haven't begun to move yet, but given the events they likely will begin soon. So our best course of action is going to be rendering that turret inoperational. I'm too far to get a good accurate read with my pistol so I'm going to have to rely on my Telepathy and stun him until we get closer".

With his action decided, he took a deep breath then slid out from behind cover to get a good look at the location, not that he needed it. He just wanted to ensure the Grot manning it went down and then using his Telepathy he immediately opened up a channel, bashing his way through the Grots mental defences before immediately beginning to flood the channel with junk information and data. Triggering its own memories to put it into a loop of remembrance and for good measure flipping a couple neurons to make it think its brain to recreate a harmless phantom-pain akin to having sat upon a series of needles. All of this to stun the creature and hopefully make it also fall out of the turret.

"I've temporarily disabled the turret" Ailuin spoke over comms. The battle had begun and he was ready to backup his team.

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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: April 06, 2017, 08:52:08 PM »
When Osiris was done addressing the group, there was still some time left before the shuttle made its way down to the drop point. Not wanting to waste any time, Ailuin took the stage addressing the group. Starting with a breath Ailuin began to speak up.

“Over the past day I as well as Zeph have had the chance to go over the released data on the Ork Organism.” he began bringing up his hand and activating the holograph projector which displayed a stream coming from the Telepathic Tablet he kept tucked away in his suit.

At the moment, the projector was projecting a 3D model of an Ork which several areas shaded in different colours. “To start with, what you see now is a model of the Ork which I have managed to reconstruct from the files. More specifically however, the coloured areas correspond to areas of weaker structural integrity.” The doctor pausing for a moment. “Basically where you should aim to hit if you want to inflict the most damage.”

At this moment several key portions began to discolour and fade away to refocus on specific key areas, the doctor going through each one, ensuring to keep the topic strictly on a ‘How do I inflict the most damage’ basis rather than going over the minute biological details that the crew had no obvious need for knowing.

In these areas, the Doctor noted areas where the skin was most thick and thin, which areas were the most deadly, which ones would result in the most organ damage and even where to hit if they just wanted to torture. Once the low hanging fruit was taken, he moved the conversation to a slightly more complex topic as he began to speak of the Orks regenerative abilities, the thickness of their bones and redundant organ systems seemingly designed around having extra of everything.

He then jumped into their gills and spore capabilities followed up with some basic theories of their capabilities when you considered everything together.

“There is much more, like how every aspect of this creature screams of being an Artificially Engineered creature built for war… but we’ll leave off here. If you want to know more, feel free to speak to me after the mission.”

Osiris nodded, “Ork physiology makes them tough to kill, it is not uncommon for them to continue fighting even after major organ damage, except for the brain. Shots to the center mass will work, but be prepared incase it doesn’t.”

It was at this point the shuttle landed and the group left following Osiris’ signals as he led them to the edge of the forest.


SCOUTING


“All right, then.”Thada cracked his neck to one side, then the other. The group having arrived at the edge of his forest.
Adjusting his grip slightly on his Stinger, he looked around the bush somewhat, then eyed the rest of the crew before turning back to the undergrowth. He could see some movement of those things beyond the grove, but not very much at all from this distance. He looked back at the team, particularly at Osiris. “I’ll go on ahead, get some recon and keep you on a live feed.”he said, speaking mostly out the side of his mouth. “I’ll keep you posted. Time for the kids to see how an Iko does it.”

With that, Thada entered the undergrowth in front of them, much quicker than one would think from how little noise he made. In fact, he was half-running through the bushes and over the rocks, his feet almost instinctively stepping to avoid obstacles and making as little noise as possible. Holding his weapon pointing straight out underneath him, he kept his body in almost a straight line with his head and tail pointing straight in opposite directions. As he approached the treeline, he sunk lower and lower towards the ground, until he was going almost as low as he possibly could when he finally came out into the open. He beelined to the side of the lander, making sure to move quickly and quietly, always taking the path that offered the most cover.

As Thada approached these creatures, he felt his heart starting to quicken - not out of fear or fatigue, but of excitement. Fieldwork! After so many useless years of bar bouncing and petty bounty hunting. A stray thought wondered if he was truly born for this, or if his years on the field had ruined him in a way. Sifting through a large patch of tall grass, Thada crept closer and closer to the greenskins, until he was even close to hear their rough, loud voices. He peeked out through the grass, taking in what sights he could.

The Larger and broader Orks seemed to be in the middle of having fun with the Grots, their voices were deep and gritty, and for some reason Thada’s Auto-Translator was picking up their speech.

“You Ruddy lot needz ta know yuz place! Ha HA!” The Ork with what seemed to be a rather brutal looking whip said as it cracked across one of the large nose of one of Grots, spilling green blood from it.

“When Weez gettin’ da new ship,” One of the other ork boys spoke up in from of the crowd of Grots, obviously addressing the Ork with the whip, “Weez been here fo ‘ourz and ‘ourz, I wanna get Killy!” It pleaded with a laugh.

A few of the other Ork boyz were pushing one to Grots back and forth between them, “Can we kill deez snots? I’m bor’d.”

“No Boyz, these gits are needed to keep da ship runnin’, li’ mekky boy will ‘ave a fit if weez kill em’” The Ork with the whip laughed.

Thada sunk back further into the undergrowth. He couldn’t see the Orks as well anymore, but he had seen what he needed, he opened up the radio to the group and began to relay his information.

Khrelan decided to do some Recon himself while the team discussed tactics. Seeing that Thada started off on a Recon run towards the orks around their junk Lander, he crept towards the tree line in the direction of the ork group around the structure.
At the tree line he crouched low on the ground, detached the scope from the rifle and looked through It, trying to glean Any details he could on the orks at the structure.

From what Khrelan could see there was an ork in front of some large metal walls and a bunch of grots in front of some boxes and crates. From where he was though he couldn’t see too much though beyond that, the orks were armed with large blades and heavy pistols it seemed.

Zeph made his way to the edge of the forest, crouching at a log still inside the forest as he peered at the Landa group. He sat behind one of the logs, laying back upon it as he took out his knife and began playing with the dirt. They’d tell him where to go and what to do over the comms anyway, bunch of trigger-happy soldiers…




Reaching the edge of the forest, Neal went prone when Osiris gave the signal to halt, holding out his arm and motioning downwards with his hand as he did so to signal the others to do the same. As Neal lay there, he quickly checked his TAC-MAP on his visor display, seeing the general layout of the area. Two groups of Orks, one at their ship and the other gathered around the structure, presumably defending it. He focused on the group closest, a few dozen metres out, his visor sensing his intent a zooming in, but it was still hard to see clearly. Neal did a quick mental estimate of the forces involved, there was approximately half a company of Orks...and some little green guys milling about, from what Neal read he was pretty sure they were “Grots”, the lowest on the Ork hierarchy. They were individually pretty useless in a fight, used mostly for labour and for the Orks’ own amusement, but a swarm of them could still pose a problem. Meanwhile the crew amounted to little more than a light infantry section, so they were outnumbered and outgunned.

Neal, without looking away from the Orks asked on the comm “Osiris, what’s the status for orbital support? Can Aesen provide us fire support?”

“Once we Clear the Landa group, Aesen will take out the ship, it would be best to find out more information first before we destroy their ship.” Osiris said as he looked out in the distance, trying to come up with plans in his head.

Neal took a quick glance Osiris, thinking why in the hell they should take out the Orks the hard way instead of letting Aesen lay waste to the whole Landa Group, ship and all. If Aesen could take out their ship, he sure as hell could take out the milling ogre rejects and their little gremlins at the same time. It would vastly swing the odds in their favour, cutting down the garrison to a more manageable size. Besides, what if they attempted to take-off during the firefight? Not to mention their friends elsewhere would quickly come to join the fun.

“Why not have Aesen take out the whole group with their ship?” Neal said “A missile or two and those giant pricks and their little friends will be toast, we’ll take out their air support and significantly reduce their numbers in one go, making this mission less suicidal and more just plain unwise. We recon both groups, ascertain their true numbers and disposition, then paint their landing site for an orbital strike. What’s left we’ll be able to manage. Hell why not have Aesen just provide continuous fire support?”

“One reason, if there is any information we could glean from anything in the ship, destroying it would be counter intuitive. I am here to test you, this is the easiest situation we will ever come across, normally an orbital strike would be good if we were not here for more than combat.” Osiris said as he looked over at the Landa, if they couldn’t handle this then there would be issues down the line when they would have to face the green tide at its strongest.

“After that is done, then we can destroy their only means of escape.” Osiris added, wanting very much to move on to making a plan.

Neal slowly gave Osiris a look. Did he just say he was there to test them? The man was holding back support to test them.

“excrement...the bastard is a gently-carressing lunatic” Neal thought. He had known from day one that Osiris was dangerous, in addition to being a real oddity, but against his better judgement he had chalked it up to a case of eccentricity and his parents not hugging him enough. But now Neal could tell his wasn’t just dangerous to whatever got in Osiris’ way...he was dangerous to his own damn allies too. Neal had seen this type before, his was a CO that went and got his own men killed through arrogance or incompetence. He knew they could disable the ship without destroying it and still rain fire down on the Orks.

Neal growled at Osiris “You know damn well we can take out the ship without completely destroying it. You also damn well know our ship can give us much needed support. Cut this testing bullexcrement and release the damn AI to give us some damn fire support, we need it to even the odds.”

“Inadvisable, do you really want to take the chance that our anti-spacecraft missiles will not utterly destroy the highly temperamental Ork Craft? If that is what you wish, I will leave the decision up to you. Ork vehicles of that size tend to explode quite fantastically.” Osiris noted not caring to bother with any arguments, if this was the direction Neal wanted he would not stop him.

“Make the call, then, after that though we need to discuss how to approach the structure. Or should we attempt to gather intel from the ship before destroying it, which is highly likely.” Osiris looked at Neal through his visor awaiting on a response, this was wasting time.

Neal looked at Osiris, eyes narrowing before asking “Aesen has a railgun at his disposal, does he not?”

Aesen chimed up,”Very Big one’s, And I am not ashamed of them. Shall I shoot the Ork Landa to satisfy the Human?”

Osiris still looked at Neal, “Your Call.”

Neal said “Aesen, you see that big group of Orks by the ship? Target them and the ones by the structure, one round each. Place yourself in necessary position to reduce impact yield. Then tell me what minimum impact yield is, wait until my mark to open fire.”

“Minimum yield will definitely be bigger than a bread box, if you must know.” Aesen joked at first before running a simulation a few times, adjust impact angle to minimize yield, which would still be a rather large impact regardless, all that could really be done was make sure the blast did not reach them.

“Well?” Neal asked.

“22 Tons, I can manage that.” Aesen said on the quieter side,”It’s as low as I can get it taking in all the variables.”

“.022 kilotons? That’s rather smaller than I thought you could manage, but should do the trick. Okay now, wait for a bit.”

Osiris nodded, “Acceptable, I will wait then until we make a move on the Structure, after the blasts it should be an easier trek. I recommend that our snipers stay on alert though, keep an eye on the larger Orks. Cover Thada in case something happens.”

Neal nodded “I was just about to mention that, while he’s doing that, those logs and boulder up ahead. They’ll do for cover, even after Aesen’s strike I don’t fancy going out in the open, so we let them come to us. Set up a defensive position, then mine the sides, funnel them into a killzone. Freya? Know how to make a fougasse?”

“A fougasse?” Asked Freya “Yes, one of my TSX-20 charges will do nicely for that, I can also set up some ordinary grenades to trigger remotely. But I don’t think I can get in position to set everything up without the Orks noticing me” Freya gestured at her body; encased in an heavy suit of armor. “Someone else will have to do it for me.”

“Is anyone willing to set up Freya’s Traps? Hopefully without being noticed.” Osiris said as he looked around.

Ursea nodded,”I might be able to, but I wouldn’t be able to provide cover fire while doing that, and she would need to teach me…”

Neal said “We’ll have Khrelan provide cover, Freya you go ahead and show Ursea what needs to be done. Khrelan, find a spot along the tree line to set up.”

“It is really simple” explained Freya as she turned to Ursea “I will prepare the charge here, you will just have to carry it to position and dig a hole to put it in.” Freya took out the TSX-20 charge from one of her larger armor pouches on her hip. “The yellow side will go up.” She added after a moment of thought as she began to knead the plastic explosive into an optimal shape.

“Then you just have to fill up the hole with nearby rocks and pebbles.” And get back here quietly. Freya took a detonator out of a separate pouch and carefully inserted it into the TSX-20 charge, the malleable explosive immediately seemed to harden up. “Don’t worry about handling it roughly, it will only go off when I give the command.”

“Do you have an entrenching tool?” Asked Freya “You can use mine if you don’t have one.”

“I think I have something for diggin in my survival kit, so I should be fine.” Ursea said as she took the explosives.

“So anything else?” Ursea asked the group.

At this moment the radio came alive and Thadas voice began to come through. “Lander group makes a total of twenty-one hostiles - six big ones, fifteen cannon fodder. They’re lightly armed, mostly makeshift scrap-guns and knives. The big ones seem restless; they’re bullying the fodder, talking about killing them, even.”

This followed up as Khrelan reported in as well. “Can’t see much from here unfortunately. There’s one ork outside along with some of the canon fodder. Ork seems to be sporting a nasty sword and pistol combo. Couple of crates. Everything else seems to be obscured by metal walls set up in front of the structure. Probably more infantry behind those.” spoke Khrelan in the radio channel. Indeed, there was not much else he could do aside from using stealth to cross the open field through the tall grass. He re-attached the scope to his rifle and swung it in the direction of the Lander. “In position for cover fire.”

Neal looked at Ursea and said “Alright, you know what to do, we’ll cover you.”


SETUP


With the order given and both Khrelan and Zeph ready to provide cover fire if things went badly for the trap setting. “Here I go.” She said, “Suu-Suu stay here.” She said to her Pet Guttluok as she scratched him a bit under his head and she disappeared into underbrush. She moved from cover to cover, disappearing into any patches of grass or other changes in the terrain she could use.Yep,

She crawled to a point in front of the cover facing the orks and the Landa and she begun digging and assembling the traps as Freya had instructed. She could hear the Orks roughing up the smaller grots and the grots shouting in retaliation in the background. She wondered how long it would be till they decided to explore their surroundings. They did not sound like they would be amused and distracted for long.

She finished packing in the gravel, pebbles and stones she  could find around her and soon was done setting up the fougasse traps,” Well that’ll have to do….Ursea reporting in, I think the traps are good, I’ll make my way back now.”

When Ursea came back and Thada and Khrelan reported their findings, he opened up his TACMAP and quickly worked out a plan.

“Okay” Neal said “As it stands, we’re outnumbered and outgunned, and that will likely be the case after the orbital strike. We don’t have the firepower or numbers to go on the offensive, so we do the next best thing, we lure them to an ambush.”

Neal pointed up ahead “There, those logs and boulder should provide us with some cover, we dig in and draw them into a killzone. Freya, take some grenades and mine both sides of our position, about six grenades on each side should do. Thada, we might need you to ensure they head towards the killzone, preferably our nice little fougasse trap. Now thankfully this group seems to be a small raiding party, so besides the Mekboy there isn’t any particular clever ones around, so their base aggression should work in our favour. We funnel them in best we can, and mow them down.”

“Roger that.”Thada muttered back. “I’ll be sure to keep any bullets I end up pulling out of my ass as trophies.”he said. He looked back at the orks through the grass. A low rumble sounded at the back of his throat. Bait. Again. Two words he never thought he’d be thinking. That human sure wasn’t winning any early points with him right now.

“I’ll set up the grenades as mines closer to our position.” Confirmed Freya “If they get close to us they will do some damage.”

Neal nodded “Alright, you all know your tasks, let's get to it.”




After Freya had set up the mines, Neal did a quick check of everyone's position, saying "Sound off".

A quick flurry of confirmations confirmed everyone was in place. Neal then sighted down his optics down the corridor they had setup, and said "Aesen, fire on my mark. 10."

He could see everyone tense up in preparation for the inevitable Ork assault. They seemed as ready as they could be.

"9"

The doctor was out of the way, which was good, but Neal still knew they could very likely get past their line. He only hoped Osiris hadn't gotten them all killed.

"8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2..."

This was it, time to see how the Shrek rejects handled in a fight.

"Fire"

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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 19, 2017, 07:30:25 PM »
Having worked late into the night on the Ork Physiology and other documents that were released. When the alarms came in Ailuin was slouched over and fast asleep at one of the terminals. Because of this, it was only his Telepathic Tablet piping the ships comms into his dreams that caused him to finally stir and awaken to catch the message on repeat. Wiping his eyes he quickly got up from his seat and made his way to his room where he would begin to quickly gear up and gather his things.

During the walk he had the information of the planet they were going piped into his head so he knew which customizations for his Wet Suit he would need, which wasn't much considering he was already within his customized Wetsuit which he had used during his time in Colonial Security.

All he had to do to be completely ready for combat was to detach his labcoat element from his suits attach points and throw it into the hamper before walking over to the single Combat attachment he had. The attachment just being an extra layer of protection to protect his suit and him from being punctured by knives or bullets in addition to a simple holographic projector on the arm piece and additional pockets which he had prefilled with portable science equipment that connected into his tablet which was within his Wetsuits front pocket.

Thinking back, it had been awhile since he had last worn it, five years to be exact. He didn't let this slow him down however and soon he was fully suited up and ready. The last thing was his weapons. The Doctor walking over to his desk where he picked up his Photonic Pistol and Nanoblade Dagger, attaching them to the magnetic hardpoints on his thighs.

Walking out of the room, the doctor stopped to grab his suit's helmet attachment which he had hanging on the wall before heading to the shuttle bay. The entire time it took was a minute from start to finish, not including the time to get to his room and to get to the shuttle

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PBP Discussion / Re: OOC: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 13, 2017, 02:35:17 AM »
We kept our combined post pretty much exclusive to what we spoke about in Discord. There were some liberties taken, but ultimately they are presented as theories. We obviously won't know the full extent until we take the skill points in Ork Physiology.

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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 13, 2017, 02:29:02 AM »
"You know what," Zeph spoke, shaking his head as he looked at the data, "This is silly. Word processing using translation software is entirely inefficient."

Zeph tapped his chest, smiling softly.

...Five seconds later, as Ailuin looked on in confusion, he tapped his head, where most sentient lifeforms had their thought processing abilities.

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The doctor smiled warmly in return as he immediately picked up on this. For Ki’Jan tapping one's head was generally considered the universal signal for telepathic communication. So on this signal, he immediately opened up a telepathic link to Zeph’s mind.

Compared to Telepath-Telepath communication, the process between a Telepath-Non Telepath was a little different and slightly more complex as he had to keep the communication flowing both ways instead of only in a single direction; but it was nothing special or overtly complex. All it really meant was he had to read the other's fore-mind while sending his own thoughts in.

The initial Telepathic connection within Zeph manifested itself as an initial slight tingling sensation in his head, something owed to the process of connection. In fact if he wasn’t specifically paying attention to and expecting it, he would have missed it entirely. But after the initial sensation which quickly went away there was nothing to give the impression that the connection was still active.

With the connection underway, the Doctor shut off the holographic projector and instead piped the 3D model and accompanied information released by Aeson directly into their Telepathic communication tunnel. The two beginning their walk to the Science Lab while throwing thoughts back and forth analyzing the data
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Feeling the connection, Zeph continued in his mind using the Ki'jan language out loud to voice out specific concerns as he read the data, "Gills imply oxygen dependence (inner reasoning (Zephirus): Asphyxiation possible, lung puncturing possible), high pain tolerance and very survivable (wounds of little importance), extreme regenerative ability not intelligent in nature (cannot bring its body parts together, but healing capability for smaller wounds must be similar to an Iko at the very least.)" Zeph thought, visualizing each possible lethal situation for the Orks for Ailuin to see, "Capable of re-attaching a decapitated head? That doesn't seem possible...unless the fungal cells of the Orkoid physiology can enter into a sort of hibernative state in states of extreme duress to prevent necrosis...wait, maybe..."

Looking deeper into the data, Ailuin immediately picked up on a blood analysis which was done on the creature's blood. Sending his information over the channel ”From the looks of it, the Orks have a green coloured blood with a high chlorophyll content within it. In that case it might be entirely possible that these creatures rely on some form of Photosynthesis. To what extent we would have to look into it, but it might be a starting place if that proves correct”

Every moment in Zeph's synapses felt like liberated thought, synapses flowing in smooth motions to utterly unconnected thoughts, wild conjectures sprouting from half-remembered memories and ideas...

"Necrosis itself rejected? (Inner thought: Autolysis process vastly different in Ork biology? No programmed cell death for Ork cells? {Replicative and chronological aging tests needed to prove the nature of Ork survivability}). Neurons most vulnerable, Ork death possible through extensive damage to cranial area proves neurological dependence..."

While all of this was going on, Ailuin had found a genetic scan of the Ork organism, beginning to go through the information with precision. It didn’t take long however for something to catch his attention, and upon skimming over the data further he was left with even more questions than when he started.

“I’ve never seen anything quite like this” he sent over the channel. “The genetic markers are ordinary, but the structure of it. It’s all jumbled and chaotic in a way that screams unnatural. Psionic creatures tend to have more specialized encoding within their DNA to allow themselves to manifest their psionic powers… but this is even more abstract than the most complex Psionic creatures”. The Doctor matched this up by sending several information bursts of some of the more complex Psionic creatures he had the chance to interact with.

Sparks of eureka flowed freely within Zeph's mind, like a floodgate of golden realization flowing down a river of possibility. The shared realization was felt across both minds as a shockwave of truth, eliminating all possible alternative theories one by one until only one hypothesis made sense...

”They have to be artificial. There is no other way around this. Biology alone wouldn’t produce something this chaotic.” Ailuin thought

"They’re designed." Zeph spoke with incredulity, grinning wildly, "There's...no valid reason why a fungal organism would need its thought processing ability to be located in the exact same place as an animal organism...every part of this biostructure...the design of its seemingly non-apoptotic phenotype cells...it screams intelligent design."

"Weapon." He, Zephirus and Ailuin thought, almost simultaneously. The echo of their combined voices in a single thoughtspace was almost disorienting for the trio of minds

It was at this point they finally made it to the Science Lab


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[Ork Physiology(Minor)- Required]The information was rather preliminary, more time and effort to studying them would be required for more nuanced information, however it could easily be seen from even this that Orks were similar to many mammalian species, especially Earth Apes. However though, it was to be noted that they seemed part fungus and plant all at once, more study was needed to determine what sort of problems that could cause for fighting them. All in all though it seemed they had a heart, lungs, and a brain the places you would expect them, and those were obviously somewhere to aim, especially the brain.

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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 12, 2017, 09:48:01 AM »
Having left the room after the escalating tensions, Ailuin made his way to the elevator where he went up a floor and walked towards his room. Locking the door behind him as he stepped in front of the mirror and frowned. "Ugh" he began to himself in disgust. "I can't believe I vomited because of that." The doctor inspecting his wet suit for splash damage, ultimately deciding it would just be faster to strip out and get a new one.

The Wet Suit was the standard clothing of the Ki'Jannian people, and it was common knowledge that each one tended to show off a persons status. Royalty had a different Wet Suit from the Peasantry, The Imperial Family Line having a different one from that of the branch families. Military and Police had their own Wet Suits which displayed their status, theirs being thicker of course and having more pockets and interfaces to which to interact with their work equipment and armours. In general, each industry had different variations for their own styles which typically fit within three categories, Casual, Business and Formal. Thats not to say that Wet Suits standardized a single look within the Arcadonian Empire, in fact that would be quite the opposite as each status had an infinite capability for modification within their assigned designs.

As a Scientist, he too had his own attire of unique wet suits and given that Scientists were viewed highly within the Arcadonian Empire his Wet Suits fitted that description. His Casual Wear like all casual wear was thin and mobile, displaying the emblems and designs befitting of a scientist. He had even customized the colours of his wardrobe to match his preferences. This was similar to his formal wear, which was much more dressed up than he typically enjoyed wearing.

Of course, the clothing he enjoyed the most was his Business Wear. Given his high status and unique position of authority he was allowed a certain degree of customization to his wet suits, something he put to great use with his business wear. The base design was that of the traditional High Classed Scientist garb which contained an attachable breakaway lab coat element built into it to it to protect the base suit from damage. Where he had taken liberties in modification was with his merging certain elements of the Colonial Security Wet Suit into it.

All of this meaning, the suit was thicker in certain areas to protect him in an unarmed or knife fight, contained attach points where he could attach armour if he so chose to and the part that he enjoyed and found the most usage out of being the additional secured pouches and magnetic hang points where he could store equipment or various other tools. It was truly a unique wet suit, one which from a distance displayed his high status and up close his achievements.

Throwing his previous one in the bin to be washed at a later date, he quickly put on the new one and once ready unlocked his door again and walked over to his desk to gather a few things before he made his way towards the science bay

He walked out of the room, walking through the hallways with a smile on his face before sliding into Ailuin's room. By force of habit, he walked without making a single sound, surprising Ailuin as he tapped the scientist on the shoulder. "That's for covering for us back there! You're a nice guy!" Zeph exclaimed with a smile and a slight laugh

When this happened, the Doctor spun around, ready to swing at the first glimpse of Neal if it turned out to be him. Thankfully however it was only Zeph and his composure softened in response. In this regard, Ailuin really did not enjoy that he had to dumb down his telepathic ability just for the sake of the crew. Through its passive ability of always being active he could essentially tell that there were nervous systems in his vicinity, but because he had to dumb it down to keep the other species from essentially kicking his ass with their superior strength he wasn't able to tell when one of them was sneaking up on him. It was this combination of events that allowed the situation where Zeph managed to sneak up on him.

It was a situation he did not like one bit, especially since he was used to always having a full situational awareness of everything around him.

To make matters worse, being a Ki'Jan which spent the majority of his time on an Arcadonian World, he wasn't exactly used to voicing his thoughts all that often. When interacting with other Ki'Jan it was simple. You speak enough to get the point across due to instinct and let Telepathy handle the rest and take care of any disagreements of thought. With other sentients however it was different. Not only did they not enjoy you probing around in their brain or in lieu of that, random voices that aren't theirs speaking in their thoughts; they relied entirely on physical and vocal communication to a fault. Not only that, but the tone of your voice and body language played a huge role in it as well. All concepts Ki'Jan interacting with Ki'Jan never had to worry about.

With Zeph speaking to him, Ailuin broke into a smile. "Thank you" Ailuin spoke pausing for a moment. "I never saw what happened exactly, but given Neal it was probably over something stupid. I just didn't necessarily think the team should be wasting its time fighting when we had all of this new and vital information to go over."

After this, the Doctor quickly switched topics. "Speaking of that, I was just about to head over to the Science Bay now so that we had hardwire access into the ship's systems to better analyze this information." The doctor pausing once again as he took out his tablet which he took out from under his arm and activated the holographic projector. On the holographic projector was a 3D model of an Orc with several areas coloured red

"Before that though, I remember you mentioning you are more interested into the portions of research which would allow you to more effectively stab something. Well, while I was gathering my items I had my tablet run a simulation on one of the pieces of data and this is what it came back with"

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PBP Discussion / Re: OOC: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 11, 2017, 08:18:46 AM »
Remember to edit your response Rin, I made a quick change.

Yeah, I just need to either figure out a new way to rewrite it, or a different insult I can use now that the obvious one is gone.

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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 11, 2017, 05:38:18 AM »
With the meeting now over, The Doctor took a moment to lift up his Tablet to run a quick diagnostic on its Telepathic Transceiver given it had disconnected from him after the Osiris incident. That said, the diagnostic was more about getting data so he could analyze what exactly happened than to search for hardware errors. When the diagnostic began, Ailuin was just beginning to stand up when Zephirus made his way over to him and began speaking directly to him

"Doctor," He spoke, ignoring Khrelan's winces and the stares of the others, "would you like to examine the Ork physiology data with me? I fear as though we're the only ones on board who would truly benefit from the information..."

Standing up, he now turned to Zephirus and smiled at the last portion of his comment before beginning to reply. "I was actually on my way to the Science Bay to do exactly that." The doctor pausing for a breath. "Your company would be more than welcome, especially now that the bay has been retrofitted to better handle the biological sciences". he had paused, waiting for Zephirus to reply when

Neal got up, ignoring Mittens and Dino's remarks, and calmly walked over to where Zephirus was standing, before saying with a plastered smile "While we appreciate your...enthusiasm over our assignment Zephirus, do recall we all have a stake in this. So remember that you're part of a team, so do remember to play nice with everyone, otherwise The One Who Must Not Smile might need to have a word with you, or even worse put us through some clichéd team-building exercise."

Ailuin looking at him through the corner of his eye with an annoyed look on his face  waiting for him to finish his rant before speaking up.

"Excuse me Neal, I believe I was talking to Zephirus just now. Either get in line and wait your turn or go and do something productive with your life like going over the information Aesen released... or in your case going over them again given how humans tend to stick together." The doctor pausing for a moment, unsatisfied with his previous remark.

"Now, given we are no longer required to stay within this room I will be taking my leave to better analyze these documents and figure out some way to allow us to harm these creatures en masse. If you were smart, instead of following your warmongering-genes to fight... you would do the same."

Completing what he had to say, the Doctor simply began to walk out of the room

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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 10, 2017, 07:24:01 PM »
In response to Osiris' comments about being 15 meters away, The Doctor nodded. At this point he took his hand off his head, only to wipe his mouth and put his arm back on the table "That shouldn't be a problem. I'm more of a support role anyhow".

Ailuin remained silent while listening to Osiris' explanation of the Orks. The explanation leaving much to be desired. After this was done he made a mental note to gather all the files from Aeson that he could procure. He did however find the reality altering portions disturbing enough to warrant a comment. "So you are saying these creatures break even the most fundamental laws of our universe. Physically thats impossible. Quantumly probable... yet still insane. Theoretically, I don't even want to think about it." The Doctor pausing for a moment "Though, given this data, and what just happened... I am more inclined at the moment to believe you."

At which point Zephirus began speaking, raising an excellent point on how we could even kill such a threat.

"Biological Warfare is always an option." The Doctor began "You know, kill it without making it realize its dying"

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PBP Discussion / Re: OOC: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 08, 2017, 06:16:00 PM »
what's with the [le delete] and *redacted* stuff? are bots and/or people we don't know getting into the discord group?

well, i have the client installed on my desktop now. I'll install the app later.

Just precautions. The links given out don't expire. I have the one public one in the Discord Thread. It makes it easier to revoke and re-issue if its only one instead of 20.

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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 08, 2017, 12:59:00 AM »
From the moment Osiris took off his headband, Ailuin was in intense pain. His head feeling like it was going to split apart, a thin streak of blood coming out of one of his nostrils. The pain felt like a million telepathic voices screaming directly into his brain which he couldn't shut off no matter how much he directed his brain to. Letting out a gurgle, his hands went to his head as if he was about to begin clawing at it; stopped only short of his stomach churning to the point of vomiting. The doctor blacking out immediately afterwards.

Unfortunately it didn't stop there however, where his mind would usually have shut down and time skipped forward to him waking up; he instead was stuck in a state of perpetual nightmares. Ailuin trying to run away from something that continued to get closer, something that he could never escape from. This continued until Osiris put on his headband at which point the nightmares immediately stopped and within moments Ailuin began to stir, at which point he found himself next to the puddle of his own vomit.

Shaking his head, he slowly picked himself back up before looking right at Osiris while holding his head, justin time for Osiris to explain what just happened. "Ugh...So thats why my gently-carressing brain feels like its splitting apart." The doctor mumbled before pausing for a moment while making a mental connection to the incident from days earlier and making a note to ask more about it later.

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PBP Discussion / Re: OOC: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 08, 2017, 12:19:00 AM »
Sooooo...downloaded Discord. Now what?
Create an account/login then click this link *redacted*

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Off Topic / Re: Talk about your day
« on: March 04, 2017, 06:38:47 PM »
Hey Ragez, Happy Birthday!

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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 04, 2017, 12:29:36 AM »
With the focus of the group no longer on Ailuin, he had retreated back into research while waiting for Osiris to enter the room. He did this utilizing the telepathic connection to his tablet meaning that if anybody else in the room was paying any attention to him, it would only look as if he was simply being quiet. For the good doctor, he preferred to put every moment of his time towards his research; meaning at a time like this when he was waiting for something, it was the perfect moment to jump in and run simulations on various lingering thoughts he had.

'It appears Sample X-9867-53 is a no go' He thought watching as yet another simulation came back with yet another dead patient. The doctor scowled at this 'I just can't get this damned chromosome to flip' he thought yet again, taking a moment to analyze a portion of the results before he tweaked the parameters and ran the simulation again. 

It was at this moment the sight of the door opening caught his attention, causing him to switch thought processes back to what was going on in the room. From the looks of things Ursea had entered the room. When prompted Ailuin greeting her along with the others. Aside from this however, he didn't really pay much attention to anything else until he saw a glimpse of the Animal enter the room and run under the table. From this his attention immediately left Ursea and followed the creature under the table where upon getting a closer look he finally spoke aloud again.

"I've never seen a Guttluok up close before, but I've seen the research on them. These things can be quite a handful" The Doctor spoke not breaking eye contact with the creature, almost as if scanning it with his own eyes. After a short extra moment of observation he turned back up to Ursea.

"Do tell... how did you manage to tame it"

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PBP Discussion / Re: OOC: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 02, 2017, 03:33:44 AM »
GM word is law. If the GM says a character is limited, the character is limited.
It's fine... we got it sorted out on Discord

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PBP Discussion / Re: OOC: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: March 02, 2017, 02:22:53 AM »
I have to disagree, Rin is as limited as the rest of you. He needs limits too I am sorry, this is an RP none-the-less, knowing all sapient biology in the known galaxy (Known is the key word) is definitely something a super reknown scientist would know.

If he wants to know more he can simply change his character sheet to suit that. However I am only giving him that option.

Their needs to be balance in this game, I can't just let someone know everything.

Its not like I am not going to let your character progress either. You will fully have the option to add more knowledge (minor at first), to your character if you choose to do so when I give the option.

Technically, I am already limiting my character. Over the past years we have been working with the universe, I have made it no secret both in Game and with Grif through PMs that Ki'Jan have higher than Eidetic Form of Memory. It's just a species trait. If I was being accurate, he should know way more.

They have telepathic memories passed down from the very emergence of Telepathic ability, and granted they are extremely fuzzy and disjointed as you go that far back because of how the Ki'Jannian brain compresses and stores information, with the far earlier ones being a complete mess due to biological developmental issues, they do have the information. Their Telepathic Data Tablets can also interact with the Ki'Jannian Brain to upload and download memories as they see fit. So if a Ki'Jan doesn't have information about something, they just grab a telepathic file off of the Arcadonian Extranet and through telepathic reading interface with the tablet to form the neurons in their mind.

If a Ki'Jan read a novel and put it away, they would be able to come back a year later and read it out word for word from memory. Similarly, if they simply looked at a page of a book, they would be able to come back to that page in memory later when they had more time and read it from their memory.

If you also looked up and did the math on the dates in Ailuins backstory, you can also see I factored all of this into the Ki'Janning schoolings. He (like all Ki'Jan) graduated school at the age of 14. Which if you take off 4-5 years for Baby-PreSchooling you can see they only spend 9 years in compulsory education where two of those years are just to keep them in longer to get passed a biological stage in life.

My intelligence is pretty much my only asset. Yeah, I know how to fight and survive in the wilderness because he had practical training on almost every Arcadonian Laboratory across dozens and dozens of planets across the sector, some of them in some really harsh wildernesses and others on peaceful undersea outposts watching a Prehistoric civilization going about their daily lives just a kilometer away. I had also went through what is essentially Basic Boot camp because I was part of a Colonial Security team and Arcadonian Police and Military are essentially merged on that level, but even my work on that team was far from a Combat role except in the rare case where I needed to be at the scene in person, like with the Giant Spider story where I had to be in person distributing acid neutralization and other biological weapons to take down what would typically be considered a station destroying threat (and even then getting his ass kicked, even if he doesn't want to admit it out of pride)

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Off Topic / Re: Talk about your day
« on: February 27, 2017, 07:11:44 PM »

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Off Topic / Re: Talk about your day
« on: February 26, 2017, 10:11:49 PM »
Same here. I can't believe I was able to write somewhat coherent English on the internet at that age.

You'd almost forget we used to have two genuine -living under bridges- trolls here on our little site. But it is a shame about all the other people that have moved on. I'm sometimes quite curious where they all ended up, that's one reason I'm glad that we kinda have an offsite connection through facebook now.

I'm glad we finally got the Facebook connections too. It was something I had wanted to do for awhile, but really only took off when the site when dead without Tran being informed about it having gone down.

I've lost all interest in anime that isn't cooking or a continuation of a previous series that I still hold nostalgia for (One Piece, DBZ, Blue Exorcist).

The Blue Exorcist one is really nice, though. It subverts a few tropes and gives real emotional drama to the whole affair. My favorite part is when three dudes rapidly chant the entire Bible from memory to kill a poisonous mummy before it gobbles them up.

Yeah, the majority of it is pretty trashy. There are some good ones though. Some of the shows from last year showed promise, mainly Erased, ReZero and Konosuba. That also doesn't even mention anything Trigger doing being gold

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PBP Discussion / Re: OOC: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: February 26, 2017, 08:12:23 PM »
No. I won't let the minimum be circumvented.

If 8 sentences is really that hard then do not post, PM someone you want to fuse with, its that simple.

I want your posts to have quality, not quantity. If you guys get into a reponding spree, combine posts.

I am sorry I have to stick to my guns on this one. Any new posts made without meeting that minimum, which is frankly easy as hell, will be deleted.

Out of all the rules I have, I will not bend this one.

Alright, then how about the last two sentences of my post

Alternatively, we could create another thread called something like "FUSE: Frontier: Cold Shock" where someone can post into if they want to interact but don't hit the minimum. Then Either the GMs go into the thread and quote it over when it hits the post minimum; or someone already creating a post can quote it over

This way people with little content wouldn't need to do the dance of fishing around for people making a post to PM them the details.

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PBP Discussion / Re: OOC: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: February 26, 2017, 07:25:51 PM »
I'm starting to see problems with the 8 Sentence minimum. I get you are trying to keep low-effort posts out, or one liner questions Which would only serve to bloat the pages in the long-run but sometimes all that is needed is 4-6 sentences. 4 on the absolute minium and 6 being a good average. Take Grifs post for example. It has 6 and basically gets to everything he needs to and provides an opening for Osiris to enter the room.

Sure he could buffer it by putting in 2 sentences of junk text about looking aroud the room, or quiping more about "HAL", but in the end it would just push the focus of the post beyond what it needed to convey.

A possible solution I could think about is designating periods where the post retrictions are lessoned. As an example, we are on a mission doing something that involves a ton of details and the requirement is 8 sentences minimum. However if we are wandering on the ship doing basically nothing while we walk around interacting with one another and are waiting for the next thing, maybe have the minimum be 4-6 Sentences with 4 sentences having a requirement of "This better be important enough to require its own post"

Alternatively, we could create another thread called something like "FUSE: Frontier: Cold Shock" where someone can post into if they want to interact but don't hit the minimum. Then Either the GMs go into the thread and quote it over when it hits the post minimum; or someone already creating a post can quote it over

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PBP Discussion / Re: OOC: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: February 26, 2017, 06:12:59 AM »
Anyways, as much fun as you are all having. Tone it down a bit Rin.

If you are going to use Kurgeshan fauna in your past, try to at least ask me for ideas before inventing something. I may not have written anything down for you to find, but I have already thought of the ecosystems on Dior, and the species contained within.

I find it hard to believe that you would easily contain them, and depending what world in odekkan territory they came from, I find it even harder that they were even transported to begin with.

If I feel you guys make yourselves out to be to much of a badass, even in past events, I will bring down the hammer. I can change a success into 'barely survived' if I so wish.

I only say this because I was informed some god modding may be going on. So now I am writing a formal warning. The best way to avoid god modding is this, stick to only what your character in capable of according to their skills, and knowledge and anatomy.

That is all for now. continue on. I am currently working on my Ursea post, just got off work

I'm trying to impress people right now. Of course I'm not going to mention that one of the things nearly squashed me nor that in the end everybody suffered mild-severe acid burns.... and this was with everybody being as cautious as possible. Especially with Neal present.

I also haven't even gotten into the fact that said thing only got released because it wasn't on the ships transportation manifest, and the Coalition would have been able to use this fact to get away with not forcing their corporation to pay damages.

As for the Kurgeshan Fauna, I mentioned it was Odekk Colony. In addition I only mentioned a generic Arthropod which may or may not look like a giant spider which has a form of acidic discharge with a thick metallic exoskeleton. Each descriptor there was made with the intent of making this thing as badass as possible and something that the Kurgesha would hunt out of boredom.

As for containing this thing on the cargo bay of a space station, it would be easy since all you would have to do is detach the walkways and let it float. As for it being transported to begin with, Grif has tons of corporations in his empire which do basically everything. It's not unreasonable for one of them to see a need to capture something like this, especially if it was a part of the military complex wanting to research its exoskeleton to improve weaponry

But yes, if I need more generic fauna going forward I'll consult you

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PBP Discussion / Re: OOC: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: February 26, 2017, 05:31:16 AM »
Alien biology major, my homeless man is. Stand up for nerds, he does. ;D

*Highfive*

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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: February 26, 2017, 05:26:42 AM »
Thada couldn't help but give an amused chuckle, his face cracking up in a small grin. He had planned on staying quiet and reveling in the sweet schadenfreude of Noatak allowing the human to get in under his skin, but the doctor's cracking of Thada's preconception of scientists with his attitude and choice of words amused him more than he thought it would. "The good doctor's got a mouth on him!"Thada smirked where he sat. "Aren't you science types supposed to use big, elaborate, scientific words that we mere mortals don't even understand?"

Switching the positions of his legs so the other was now resting on top of the first, he let the question go unanswered, instead switching focus entirely. "So you got some kills on the rack, then, and skill to boot? You worked for the Arcadonian military, then? Or did you learn fighting the mutated lab rats you pulled out of the sink?"he asked, grin widening noticeably on the last part.

While Thada gave of the impression of attempting to be purposefully insulting, he now had reason to take the fraction of his attention off of Neal. With this, Ailuin turned towards Thada and asked rhetorically "Well someone has to dumb things down for the man with the microscopic prefrontal cortex... Would you like me to speak with more complexities?" The Doctor pausing to take a breath before he got to the next part "Next to get to your actual question. I've been through military training.... not much mind you, but enough to not be a detriment to this team. However the majority of my combat experience comes from work in the field."

Zeph sat in front of Ailuin, crossing his hands in front of his face as he looked on with a serious expression. The horseman and human were bullying the aquaman...

Time to pick a side.

"Fascinating, Doctor. How did your team deal with the multilaminar structure of their arthropodic bioreactive exoskeletons? Especially considering the fulminate composition and multi-myocardium vascular systems..." Adding his response in as soon as Thada finished speaking, "I must imagine that more primitive teams of mercenaries might have just shot at it, hoping to pierce the collagen walls in the right place heedless of possible epidermal necrolysis that might spread from its toxemic biofluids."

He hid his excrement-eating grin well.

It was at this point when Zeph jumped into the conversation defending him he became shocked. Especially since what followed was by far the most scientific knowledge he had heard another person speak since boarding this ship. Not only that, but knowledge that gave the impression he knew what he was talking about. Ailuin could work with this as he jumped right into a full on scientific explanation of how his team and him managed to subjugate the gigantic spiders from Odekkan territory.

"It was a quite complex, multi-stepped process. As you guessed we could have entered the scene 'guns-a-blasing' as the term goes, but ultimately if the colony wanted to do that, they would have just brought in the local militia and as a consequence end up rebuilding half the station because of structural damages." Ailuin smiling as he recanted this. "Instead, we decided to break the problem into several steps of Containing the Threat, Neutralizing the Acid, figuring out how to bypass its iron/silicon-based exoskeleton and delivering the final blow in a controlled environment to reduce damages. Capturing one for further study was a bonus only if we saw the opportunity."

With the introduction out of the way, the doctor began going deeper into detail. "With the creatures still within the cargo bay, containment was simple. The first step was figuring out a base to allow us to neutralize the species acidic discharge... Thankfully at the time we had been working with Erythrocytic Carborane from archived Xenomorph tissue, so it was mainly a matter of diluting it enough and synthesizing it into an administrative form which was loaded into the stations fire suppression system and onto our equipment to prevent the corrosion from getting out of hand."

The doctor taking a breath. "With the potential damage contained, we moved to phase two which was figuring out how to bypass its multi-layered exoskeleton..." The doctor going further and further into detail as long as Zeph continued to show interest.

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PBP Games / Re: Frontier: Cold Shock
« on: February 25, 2017, 10:38:48 PM »
Neal paid no mind to Ailuin's deliberate avoidance, but took notice that he addressed his answer to the group, rather than Neal. Ailuin was a team player then...or at the very least held the others in higher consideration. That was useful to know, he decided to press for a little more information.

"So what kind of threats have you faced then? I'm just curious to the extent of your combat experience."

Neal then fixed a mild look on his face, but was subtly studying Ailuin's reaction to his question, as well as how he answered. Neal had also been trained how to resist and confuse attempts at telepathic intrusion, so just in case he filled his head with mental "chaff", a flurry of random and useless surface thoughts, making his head the mental equivalent of being filled with static. Just for fun, he decided to fill his head with raunchy thoughts.

The Doctor thought for a moment on which thing he could boast of that would get the human off his back... ultimately deciding on an incident several years earlier. "There was an incident with a group of Odekk Colony Arthropods released by an Earthern corporation on Letician Tether #3" Ailuin placing extra emphasis on the words which implied humans. "They didn't follow proper containment protocols for animals of their classification passing through Letician space. They were 10 meters tall, four times wider and had skin and bones made of an iron like substance. My team was called in to deal with it."

Not wanting to recant the lengthy tale of battle, he jumped right to the end of the story "Ultimately, I ended up killing two of them, capturing one for research with my team taking care of the remaining six. The cargo bay of the tether absolutely destroyed from the creatures having gone haywire and several injuries and casualties involving dock workers."

Ailuin pausing for a moment. "Of course the gently-carressers refused to pay damages in the end." The Doctor not able to help himself in throwing an anti-human quip in at the end

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