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Title: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Kaleo on January 06, 2009, 11:31:45 am

A Simple Insertion

by Terrible North Wind, Professional Data Analyst and Project Deployment Administrator, Neano Two's Old Moon, OSSZ

It should have been a simple mission. Get in, place a node or two, start printing Ked clones, and get the hell out. Yeah. Sure. Want to buy a planetoid in Brindus?

There were nine of us on the dropboat: two Tremblers to control the clones - a kid called Prime and some girl known as Shin; a couple of autonomous CoKA commandos - Jed and Ned; a crazed insertion team leader they called Gunny - what a fuck-up; an over-stimmed bonepiece-wearin' stiff from Corporate Investor Media Relations - the jackoff's name was Oberreiter, but we all called him Simmer; the drunkest dropboat pilot in the whole Merc fleet - some washed-up old Guilderguide who called himself Slim (that fat fuck); and the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life - a Dr. Johae Ha, who just happened to be our medical officer. Oh yeah, and me, of course. Where would those idiots be without a drone to wipe their asses and flush their poopies?

The jumpship had brought us here from Sirius - at least the systems that were close to Firststar were being swept clear of the menace. I think the Guilderguides messed up the alignment, because it took nine jumps to get here, and we only ended up a couple of systems away. But they swore the job was important. Some big deal, but only the jackoff from HR could unseal our orders, and then only a layer at a time. We'd have to reach a certain waypoint at a certain time, and then we could get the next set of instructions, and continue. If we didn't make a waypoint in time, we'd have to abort. Yeah, that's what I want to do: Start a mission, and then drop it and run, leaving lots of enemies alive to shoot at my back. Abort? Fuck that. Kill 'em all, and let the mop-up crew sort the carcasses.

I had a bad feeling when Simmer showed up, and told us the deal. I mean, that's my job. HQ was really gonna keep the drone in the dark, just like one of these dunderheaded pinkskins? First Gunny tries to tell me what to do, and then Simmer tells him to shut up, and starts telling us all that he's in charge, that our orders are secret, and that even he doesn't know what they are.

"Wait a minute," I said. "I thought the gig was just to place a couple of nodes, and get the hell out."

"Those were our orders up until we disengaged from the jumpship. Now that we're in orbit I've got different orders."

"Oh, yeah?" asked Gunny. "And what would those be?"

It was just the three of us. We were in the chart room. The others were all in harnesses, ready for the drop.

Slim called back from the cockpit. "Hey, this is a fucking dropboat, not a fucking spaceship, boys. You wanna hurry it up back there? We're decaying fast, and I've really got to take a piss."

"You're decaying fast, you fat fuck," said Gunny, but it was partially muffled by the sound of Simmer irising the hatch.

So was the sound of Slim yelling, "Fuck you, Gunny." That was OK. It wasn't as if we hadn't heard it a thousand times before. They'd argued the whole way out.

"Look, as far as I can tell you, we've got a new mission," said Simmer.

"So you say," answered Gunny. "As insertion team leader, I at least need to know what the fuck we're actually supposed to do down there."

"I can tell you this much," replied Simmer. "We're supposed to find something called the Ãœbergeist and destroy it."

"You mean the Overmind," I said.

"No, drone, I know what an Overmind is. This is the Overmind that controls all of the Overminds in this sector."

"Get the fuck out of here-" Gunny began, and then we were all thrown against the bulkhead.

"Oh, shit!" I heard Slim say from the cockpit, "that can't be good."

"What the hell is going on?" roared Gunny, scrambling over Simmer to retract the hatch.

"Gunny-" said Slim, and he sounded commandingly calm.

It stopped Gunny in his tracks. "What?" he said.

"You have exactly two seconds to strap in."

He was wrong. We didn't even have one second.

And then we were falling. Burning in. Crashing planetward. A screaming meteorite filled with eight screaming pinkskins. And one pissed-off drone. Stupid Humans. I couldn't wait to retire. What the hell was I doing out here with these idiots? I should never have taken this gig. I swore right then that if I survived I was finally gonna buy that place on Plowshare, and raise pippo-herding lion-dogs. If I survived.

Yeah, the thing about this gig? This gig sucked.

---

Ok. Here's the deal:

Some basic RPing rules:
1) No god-moding or meta-gaming. God-modding is when you are so powerful you cannot be killed and you can kill everything in a single hit, and meta-gaming is where your character knows things that you may know, but that they could never possibly know.
2) A descent grasp of the English language. We have to be able to understand you, and RPing is essentially one big collaborative novelette.
3) Make your character believable. Tremulous isn't a fantasy game, nor is it a high-sci-fi game (like WH40K for example), it's realistic sci-fi, so make your characters realistic.
4) Make your characters be more than just a pussy standing around waiting for nothing to happen. Do something with your lives.
5) No sexual content. Implied sex is fine, but minors frequent these forums, so we gotta keep it PG13.
6) All out of character text (OOC) must be placed in double brackets, ((like so)). And in fact, where possible, please keep it in the OOC thread.
7) Finally, keep the swearing to an acceptable level. Don't go over the top with it.

---

Characters

Prime, an Empath from the CoY Scout Corps

Something of a reactionary recidivist, Prime, a young man from Firststar system, is an Empath with the NZP's EKSTECY program who has been conscripted into the Council of Youth's clone control squadron. He insists that not only is he of Ur-Welt lineage, that he is completely Unmodified. He even surgically removed the bonepiece from his own head, and wears an ancient Stimsen StickTM instead. He has been redeployed to the Extraordinary Rendition Center on Multa several times for disciplinary action, but appears to have a patron among the Rigel-Kentish Firelords who has been able to repeatedly secure his release. Although he appears to be a young man of Rock Hopper blood, there are those who claim he is far older, even some who swear that he is a Guilderguide spy, sent to infiltrate the New Zion Project, and the secret goings-on in the Fractal Zion Cluster.

Shin, an Empath from the Young Guilderguide Girls

Shin is a young woman, too old really to be called a girl anymore. She met Prime when they were both at the ERC on Multa. He removed the bonepiece from her maxilla, and fitted her with an exoware Stimsen WearablesTM rig. There are those who say that they are lovers, while those who know both of them say that the relationship is much more like brother and sister. With eggplant-colored hair and several nodal piercings, Shin is not completely Unmodified, but she does say that it "just feels good to get Haos Redro the fuck out of my head." When not controlling several CoKA units at once, she enjoys covering the crew with outlandish henna tattoos in indecipherable magickal scribblings, and kicking anyone's ass who looks sideways at Prime. She used to be a gallery girl for GearUP 3nd0w4r3zTM, and before that she peddled pr0nstix and bootleg vvd's in Old Neopolis. She says the Guilderguides Girls saved her life. She says she's not completely Unmodded, and although she's not completely Original, she's pretty sure she's a Master Dub.

Jed & Ned

Jed and Ned, The CoKA Commandos, have been around for as long as anybody can remember. They were two of the original Automat Units, and even survived a metatemporal insertion into the Fire-bat Eradication Wars. Since they both look exactly like Ked, it's really hard to tell them apart, but anyone who knows them well knows that Ned can't pronounce the letter "J", and continually calls Jed "Zed". Just to mess with Prime, they also like to claim that they are completely Original and Unmodified, and often argue loudly about which of them is actually the Real Ked Ambrit, while disclaiming the other to be a mere copy, and a poor one at that. It's quite possible that they are more than just friends and comrades, but that's just one drone's opinion.

Master Gunnery Sergeant McMaster "Gunny" Cordex MacDunwright

Gunny is a hardened battle veteran, a fully licensed and registered duplicate of his late, beloved clone-father Brevet-Major General McMaster "Iron Balls" Dexrod MacDunwright. There are those who say that Gunny will never measure up to the old man, but he knows that he will, or die trying. And if he dies, he's got a Nine Lives clause in his re-enlistment orders that will let the Merc Militia make up to ten new copies of whatever remains of him they can find. One, of course, will be purely for archival purposes, to be buried next to the remains of his sainted sire, in the ancestral Hall of the Dunwright Sons, on the world of their forefathers, the martial society of the planet Swordsmith.

Jesu-Esau "Simmer" Oberreiter

Simmer has been with Corporate Investor Media Relations since Haos Redro got booted out of the Pink Corridor, and forced to instead pursue ventures in the New Far South. This arthrosaur infestation has really gotten to be a big pain in the ass. Frankly, he's sick of it. I mean, isn't there some kind of product or service that these reptilian bugs could be buying from HR, instead of all this money spent on killing? Oh well, at least he had the foresight to be heavily invested in Tumbo stock. Who cares about the fate of the omniverse? As long as they keep making Mass Drivers and Luci Cannons, he can continue to have three lovers in different systems, each a jump away from the next, never guessing of each other's existence. And since they are all creature-people - "furries" - of the Unvanquished megaclan, his boss back at Corporate never better find out, either. If anybody knew he was a freak-fucker, he'd wake up in a hanging cage on Multa, without so much as a Neopolitan tritium-thaler in his accounts. It made him gassy - and turgid - just thinking about it.

Fractopolis Fats "Slim" Dirgebottom

Fractopolis Fats "Slim" Dirgebottom is a low-res dub of the Original Fractopolis Fats Dirgebottom, who used to make his living in a dupeshow, a traveling snake-oil carnival of duplicated flesh, various dubs and dupes of famous people jumping around the OSSZ, playing lookalike for the rururban rubes of Bumfuck Nowhere. Not only could he shoot surround-snooker as good as (some said better than) the Original Fractopolis Fats, he looked exactly like his brother, Southerboy "Slim" Dirgebottom, one of the most infamous Guilderguides in the Executrix's Navy, the son of a bitch who helped Ked kill the FZEF and those poor settlers. "Reprint them all," my ass. What a fucking callous thing to say. After his drinking ruined his aim at s-snooker, Slim the Dub became a Guilderguide himself. Said if he couldn't do the job of his real dad, who he didn't look like, he might as well do the job of his fake dad, who he did look like. His drinking didn't help his aim much at that job, either. Now he's a washed-up has-been, assigned to pilot a bunch of ignorant fools to their fates on a worldlet that's not even on the charts. He knows it's a suicide run, but he's not sure who he's supposed to take down with him.

Doctor Johae "Jane" Ha

Johae Ha has degrees in xenohuman medicine, xenozoology, xenomorphology, and xenopathology from the renowned Omniversity Collegial at the prestigious Institute for the Historiography of Technology. She also enjoys studying ancient techniques of stealth, breath control, contortion, hand-knife surgical techniques and the ways of the kitchen-witch and hearth-shaman. When not dissecting unique, new, previously-unheard-of specimens on uncharted planetoids in far-off locales of exotically chic solarities, she can usually be found with some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend. (Wife of a close friend.)

Terrible North Wind, a Poignantly Devilish Advocate

TNW, a drone unit of lastcen manufacture, has been leading HR Holdings insertion teams since your clone-father's clone-father was but a smear on a slide. What the fuck are you lookin' at, clone-son?

The Ãœbergeist

The Ãœbergeist eagerly awaits the arrival of this latest team of pinkskins. It has developed a taste for clonal pineal gland, and wonders how much sweeter must be that of an Original Unmodified.

These characters are being played by:
Prime - Hendrich
Shin
Jed & Ned
Gunny - Plague Bringer
Simmer - Archangel
Slim - Syntac
Jane - Kaleo
TNW - player1
Ãœbergeist - Kaleo

If you want to play, please post who you want to be, along with some extra infomration about them, such as age, history etc.
Please do so in this format:

Character Name:
Age:
Extra Information:
Extra Background:
Relation To Other Characters (family, friend, same test tube etc.):

One final note, please type your characters dialoge in that characters colour.

Have fun,
~Kaleo

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Drone for All Times
Post by: player1 on January 07, 2009, 05:53:12 am

Character Name: Terrible North Wind, Proactive Deliberative Automaton
Age: Older than the hills, younger than dirt
Additional Info: Who wants to know?
Additional Background: I'm famous. Look it up (http://tremulous.net/forum/index.php?topic=9645.msg151258#msg151258).
Relation to other characters: They'd be lost without me.

P.S. The name of a drone, like that of a ship or a novel, always appears in italics.

P.P.S. Even when code is open-source, it's considered polite to reference the original compiler.

P.P.S.S. For the real story of Ked Ambrit, Haos Redro Corp., and the Brindus and Fractal Zion systems, please see the virtual domain Tremulous: About (http://tremulous.net/about/)

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Kaleo on January 07, 2009, 09:34:27 am

Character Name: The Ubergeist
Age:In this incarnation, only a few thousand years old, but it's mind will outlive the stars themselves.
Additional Info/Background: The first evidence of the Ubergeist was uncovered in a tomb on Iatair. The tomb was unsettlingly similar to that of an ancient Egyptian tomb back on Old Terra. Only the highest ranking officials in Haos Redro know of its existence. The archaeologists were liquidated.
Relation to other characters: I am your worst nightmare.

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Syntac on January 07, 2009, 12:21:40 pm

Character name: Fractopolis Fats "Slim" Dirgebottom
Age: Somewhere around 35, but looks older than he is.
Additional Info/Background: Sucks at s-snooker, but is pretty good with the standard-issue sidearm (blaster). Not like that's going to help much.
Relation to other characters: Would much rather be downing shots of Brainfrag than piloting these overconfident fools to some planet in the middle of nowhere.

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Kaleo on January 07, 2009, 03:24:56 pm

((Whoops... Hit the "Quote" button, not the "Modify" button.))

Title: A Simple Insertion - Another Perspective
Post by: player1 on January 07, 2009, 09:07:48 pm

Doctor Johae Ha sat in her drop-pod, strapped into her G-couch, awaiting the signal to separate from the boat. She concentrated on her breathing, letting thoughts flit through her head, staying unattached from them, curiously examining each mental state as it arose and passed on, leaving a trail of bifurcations in its wake. How much longer would they hang here, debating their next move? They were supposed to make planetfall. As far as she was concerned, if time was of the essence, they might as well keep following their instructions, and stay alert for a way to turn the situation to their advantage. She couldn't believe the bickering that was going on among the crew, especially that hot-headed team "leader" (if you could call him that), and the alcoholic pilot. They both seemed to be hiding a lot of pain, overcompensating for their insecurities by lashing out in anger and frustration. From what she knew of Duplicants, many had deep-seated anger management issues, self-loathing, and a general dislike of others, even other copies of themselves. It was a complex and important social issue, which didn't receive the attention it deserved. Maybe when she got back to Sedna, she'd do a study and write a paper on it.

She thought of her home, and her job at the Council of the Science of Science. She could see the face of her old mentor, Professor Nux, and recall his words. "There are more emotions than just anger and frustration," he would tell his students, again and again. Of course taking his classes often meant anger and frustration for most of his students, who became lost in the abstruse abstractions and spiritual reasonings of the professor's courses on Metaphysickal Physics and Alchemickal Chemistry. But not for Johae, whose friends - Professor Nux among them - simply called her "Jane". She had gone from being one of his most promising students, to his research assistant, collaborator, co-author, and - in his last century of life - his wife, cook, biographer and nursemaid. She had had him cloned, but had never activated the Doppel. What would she say to it? To him, she corrected herself. Was it - he - a son? A husband? A father figure? She didn't know.

Then the ship pitched hard, and the screaming beyond the pod intensified. She knew that her first duty was to stay alive, even if it meant separating herself from the team, so that she would be able to save them, if necessary. She would be of no use to them dead, or injured. She knew what she had to do.

She flipped up the safety cover, and grasped the drop bar in her right hand. With her left she keyed her mic.

"Separation in 3... 2... 1..."

She heard Gunny in the background, yelling at Slim.

"That crazy bitch! What the fuck?"

She yanked back hard on the drop bar.

"Pod away. Maintaining comm-link."

"You crazy bitch! What the hell?"

"See you on the surface, Team Leader," she said, and severed the link.

She lay back to await her fate, with the calm resolve of those who accept the omniverse as it is, and see danger as oppurtunity. Maybe Gunny would someday be able to achieve similar clarity and peace-of-mind. She wished him well, but held out little hope. The familiar, exhilarating rusn of the drop calmed and centered her.

"Danger," she thought, "and opportunity." Maybe she would activate her late husband's Duplicate, after all. How would she know what would happen, unless she tried it?

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Syntac on January 07, 2009, 10:11:31 pm

((Wait, what's going on here? I'm lost.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Kaleo on January 07, 2009, 11:23:57 pm

((Player1, maybe you should wait until everyone is signed up. Also, only the dialogue needs to be coloured. It's so we can easily see who talks in each post.))

Title: A Simple Insertion - Captain's Log: Dropboat "Merry Makings"
Post by: player1 on January 07, 2009, 11:37:10 pm

Slim shook his head, and tried to clear it, but it only made the pounding worse, and his vision swim even more. Maybe I shouldn't have finished that gee-canister of Brainfrag all by myself, he thought.

"What the hell just happened?" he said.

"That crazy bitch just went AWOL is what happened," answered Gunny.

The other pods began dropping away from the boat.

"Separation in 3... 2... 1," began Jed.

"Separation in 3...2," chimed in Ned.

"Separation in 3," started Prime.

"Separation in-" began Shin.

"Holy shit, she's started a fucking mutiny," said Gunny.

"Gunny, git yer ass in a pod, now!" Slim yelled. "Helluva a way to start a mission."

Simmer just stood there, stunned. "Did she really just...?"

They felt the boat shudder again and again, as the drop-pods began separating themselves from the dropboat.

Gunny grabbed Simmer and threw him into an empty pod. "See you planetside," he said, and then actuated the lock. As soon as it shut, he hit the manual release and dove into another one.

"Save the drone," he yelled to Slim, while strapping himself in. He hit the lock button, waited for the seal for finish equalizing, then flipped up the safety cover, revealing the drop bar.

"Alright, Dad, wish me well," he said to himself, and yanked back on the bar.

As Gunny's pod separated itself from the ship, the drone came down from its charging nacelle, above the Flovat terminal in the chart room.

"Hey drone, what just happened?"

"You really need to stop drinking, Slim," said the drone, and then a thin, multi-jointed arm telescoped out if it, holding what looked like a hypodermic needle in a small, articulated, seven-fingered robotic hand.

It was coming straight at Slim.

Title: A Simple Insertion - OOC Comments
Post by: player1 on January 07, 2009, 11:44:56 pm

((Kaleo, sorry. I had already started that piece for Syntac. Colors for dialogue. Copy that. Standing by.))

((Syntac, I hope that helped. You are trying to keep a boat in orbit that is used for distributing drop-pods, and then either abandoned or returned to the jumpship, depending on the mission parameters. In this case, the jumpship is gone, and abandoning ship is about to become your only option. Unless, of course, you prove your mettle and pilot her in for a safe landing. You may be the crew's only hope of ever getting off of this rock. A "slim" hope, at that.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Syntac on January 07, 2009, 11:52:21 pm

"Holy fuck! Nonono don't stick me with that!" shouted the pilot, trying to back away but tripping over his own heels in the process. The drone overshot, did an abrupt u-turn (throwing up sparks as it skidded across the wall), and plunked the needle directly into his ankle.

In an instant, the highly concentrated serum did its work. All the alcohol was flushed out of Slim's bloodstream and into the nearest point of exit, which happened to be his urinary tract. As he pissed Brainfrag, his brain shut down from the shock of being sober for once.

Meanwhile, to the drone's horror, scores of red lights flashed into life on the cockpit's dashboard.

((Thanks p1.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: Actual Interaction!
Post by: player1 on January 07, 2009, 11:56:27 pm

((w00t!1!))

((lol'd))

((:D))

Title: A Simple Insertion - A Dronish Dramaturge
Post by: player1 on January 08, 2009, 12:39:23 am

A Simple Insertion, Scene 1 continued, by Terrible North Wind, Portrayal Director-Auteur

Nice. All I tried to do was give the pilot a quick shot of Healthboost Hypo^TM, and the guy faints, and pees himself, leaving me to not only clean up the mess, but to try to save an expendable, disposable dropboat, just in case we needed it to make the pickup. See what I mean? Where would they be, without a drone around, to pick up the pieces every time they shit themselves with fear? Fight or flee: is that really all they can do? I wished I knew what our real orders were. Of course, this being a Haos Redro job, there were probably no orders at all, as well as every possible conceivable order, just to cover their litigious and suspicious zaibatsu asses back at Titan-Under-Ice. Not only were those worms not willing to put anything down on hard copy, they also had an army of spin-doctors and professional liars, putting out a mountain of bullshit for public consumption continuously.

It was weird, I thought to myself, just how many thoughts a drone can have, in a period of time that a Human would consider quite tiny. And yet Humans themselves experience time-dilation all the time, yet discount it as "subjective". Fucking Humans. They don't even realize that a drone is just the personality of a Human, extended into hyparxial timespace through the medium of experiential virtuality. Very few of them ever realize the potential of their own minds, let alone that of the toys and technologies that they create in their ever-expanding, weed-like sprawl throughout the Starwalk.

When he peed himself, of course, he shorted out all of the interfaces and contactors in the control couch, and alarms went off everywhere, all across the GUI-sphere surrounding it.

"Great," I said, to no-one in particular, because drones like nothing better than the sound of their own voice, and I shot out a grapple-tether, to drag him from the couch. It landed around his neck.

"Oh, well," I shrugged my non-existent shoulders, "no worse for wear."

I tugged his fat ass out of the control couch (he was practically wedged in there - a couple more packs of St. Cedric Cheese-waffle Toffee Wafers and he would've fried like a glob of grease in a kitchen fire). The hypo was still dangling pitifully from his ankle. No side effects, huh? HRH PR, what geniuses!

I reached for the Passivity Dronal All-Override, shooting all seven fingers into the receiver's well-worn splines and slots.

"Yeah, baby," I said, "Daddy's here."

The dropboat fought me. I would ride her on the bowshock of her own resistance, all the way around this stinking worldlet and back again. Mutinying crew? Unconscious pilot? Ambiguous orders? Interpersonal conflict? Malfunctioning dropboat? Was this really all that the omniverse had to throw at me?

How entirely routine. I scanned my v-mails and continued cross-referencing the pr0nstix of Lady von B's pageant career.

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Syntac on January 08, 2009, 01:11:17 am

"Aaaaargh," groaned Slim. Not only did he have a headache, his pants were soaked, and he no longer had a comfortable pink fog of Brainfrag around his head, but his neck hurt as well. It wasn't turning out to be a good day...but then, ferrying soldiers around rarely did. Where was a packet of Toffee Wafers when you needed one?

The pilot stumbled to his feet and promptly threw up some sort of greenish-yellow goo. He hadn't been drinking on an empty stomach, he'd lined it with alcohol first.

Suddenly, the ship pitched. The drone was thrown out of its control socket, ricocheted off a crate of assorted tools, and landed in the recently created puddle, where it lay stunned (and, for some reason, mumbling nonsense about pr0nstix). Slim lurched forward and tripped for the second time in as many minutes. Finally, he managed to pull himself onto the dashboard, where all sorts of multicolored lights were flashing. Turbine Overdrive Alert, Reactor Capacity Drain, Heat Shield Failure, Navigation Computer Kernel Panic, the lot. Oh, and the candy machine was empty.

It had been a long time since Slim had actually done any piloting. Everything these days was taken care of by the aforementioned navigation computer. Basically, you typed in a set of coordinates and off you went. All the switch-flipping and button-jabbing was mainly for show. Now was one of the rare exceptions.

Slim yanked a hatch open. Out folded the extremely old-fashioned joystick, which he seized and pulled back on. There was a bowel-jarring rumble caused by an engine pod rotating 180° and having its thrust plasma blown back into the turbine, with the not entirely unpredictable result of a massive explosion.

The pilot was thrown forward, smacked his head on the console, and went out like a light. Talk about déjà vu (well, minus the piss this time).

Terrible North Wind shorted out, rebooted, and immediately said "What, again?".

Title: A Simple Insertion - Plus a Jillion
Post by: player1 on January 08, 2009, 01:22:35 am

((über-w00t!!!))

((RPG/RTS=!!!111!!!))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Plague Bringer on January 08, 2009, 01:38:11 am

((Hey, as for posting a character bio, I'm not sure if I'd like to clutter up the story more than I already am. Want it in another topic?))

Title: A Somewhat Simple Insertion - Continued?
Post by: player1 on January 08, 2009, 01:49:38 am

A Less-than-Simple Insertion, Scene 1, additional: by TNW, PDA

I hate rebooting. Every time it happens, I have to relive all three hundred and seventy-three Old Time years of my dronish existence, while the neural network and the expert system restack.

clonehood on Quaoar

redubs in Outer South Nowhere

"life" as a Haos Redro machine

Aww...

FUCK!

^that _hurts!

Shit. Where was I? Answering v-mails. I wondered what old Soul of a Wild Thing was up to? Oh, shit, is the pilot bleeding now? And from a head wound, yet? I-goh-meh. What a day!

I re-tethered him; unfortunately, again around the neck - I hoped the oxygen deprivation wasn't too startling to him. I meant to just drag him off the console, but I managed to bounce him off the control couch, three Natx modules, the refuse chute housing, and two other crash couches before I could get him clear of the cockpit. Finally, I flung him into a pod and sealed it.

"Let's just take you and your bodily fluids out of the algorithm for a moment, shall we?" I was still talking to myself. The pilot was a flaccid as a nori-wrapped tofu-burger after a day in the sun on Neano One. He kept mumbling "Pizza-Pops!" and "Nacho-Fritters!" to himself, and twitching uncontrollably.

I reached for the All-Override, but it was scorched, and aqua-greenish sparks were shooting out from the ferrule which encircled it.

"Oh, fuck it," I said, still talking to myself, "I haven't flown joystick since the late 90s."

Oh, look at that, another v-mail from Lady von B...

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: All Players Welcome!
Post by: player1 on January 08, 2009, 02:04:19 am

Quote from: Plague Bringer on January 08, 2009, 01:38:11 am

((Hey, as for posting a character bio, I'm not sure if I'd like to clutter up the story more than I already am. Want it in another topic?))

((Here or there, it matters not where: the only real rules are have fun playing - it's our first attempt!))

((Jump in: the water is shallow, but warm and comfy.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Syntac on January 08, 2009, 02:07:56 am

The flow of blood to Slim's head, caused by sudden downward acceleration, forced him awake yet again. He stared in horror at the empty sky, then looked up and saw the dropboat — which was rapidly getting smaller and smaller.

"Oops, must've hit the eject button by mistake," came TNW's voice over the intercom. "See ya planetside!"

"Fuck you, you hellspawn son-of-a-forklift!!!!" screamed Slim. He fumbled around in what little space he had for controls of any sort. Of course, he found none, this being a single-use parapod.

A minute later, maybe two hundred feet from certain death, the parachutes popped out. The immediate deceleration was powerful enough to make Slim several inches shorter for a few seconds (painfully, of course). He started shouting incoherent threats at the drone and didn't even stop when the pod touched down and the front fell off with a rather amusing sucking sound.

"What're you swearing about, you fat fuck?" asked Gunny from a crater twenty feet away. Slim ignored him and busied himself stifling a pressure-induced nosebleed. That goddamn drone was going to pay for this. Big time.

((Yeah, join in! It's addictive.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Rousing Success!!!
Post by: player1 on January 08, 2009, 02:22:20 am

((*grins and applauds))

((...time to make a sammich or sumpin'...))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Plague Bringer on January 08, 2009, 02:23:45 am

Character Name: Master Gunnery Sergeant McMaster "Gunny" Cordex MacDunwright
Age: 69
Extra Information/Background: Full of himself, of course, as any veteran would be. Gunny MacDunwright thrives on his ego as he strives to live up to the legacy that his clone-father left for him. He's seen more blood and gore than most of the earth medics. Tough as nails, sly like a cat, and as slow as a snail.
Relation To Other Characters: He's a loud control freak who hasn't had a conversation with anything other than his ammunition for years. He's an asshole, and he needs to be, so he'll damn well make it public.

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Squad-Leader of Distinction
Post by: player1 on January 08, 2009, 02:27:42 am

((triple-w00t!!!))

((one-eleventy-oner!!!111!!!))

((go, team leader!))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Plague Bringer on January 08, 2009, 02:45:42 am

Gunny MacDunwright pulled himself out of the crater created by his drop-pod.

"Aww, shit," Gunny said, shielding his eyes from a wall of dust created by Slim's pod.

He looked around. He and Slim were, well, he didn't quite know where (on the planet), exactly. There weren't any distinguishing landmarks, lakes, rivers, forests or anything else. Hell, he wouldn't mind a statue of a giant 'rauder if it gave him a sense of direction. It was just desolate. A mountainside to the front of him, emptiness all around, and an odd mauve sky up above.

"Well, clone me once and kill me twice, we fuckin' made it." He rubbed his ass, still a bit bruised from the rapid decel, and made his way towards Slim. "Hey, asshole, get up outta there; We got work to do."

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Kaleo on January 08, 2009, 03:53:39 am

The Ãœbergeist observed the pinkskins through the eyes of a Hivnuas plant and assessed the situation. ((A Hivnuas plant can be used by the Ãœbergeist to see through objects. You can run, but you can't hide.))

One was obviously the leader, and a natural one at that. He had done something odd to one of the other pinkskins that made it leak juices all over itself.
The Ãœbergeist categorized this one as The Highest Threat at this moment.
The Highest Threat proceded to launch it's ship out of the mess it had crashed in before dropping the other pinkskin out. The Ãœbergeist would need to keep an eye on this one. Assimilation would be pointless if it was not in a half-decent physical condition. This pinkskin was far from it.
The Ãœbergeist categorized this one as The Weak at this moment.

A single thought was sent to the Overminds on this world: "Observe."

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Kaleo on January 08, 2009, 04:04:42 am

((I doubt that the Ãœbergeist will be as fulfilling as I had originally anticipated, and we aren't getting the numbers we need, so I'm going to RP for Jane as well))

Character Name: Doctor Johae "Jane" Ha
Age: 32
Extra Information: One of the few parent born humans employed by HR to do field work.
Extra Background:Johae Ha has degrees in xenohuman medicine, xenozoology, xenomorphology, and xenopathology from the renowned Omniversity Collegial at the prestigious Institute for the Historiography of Technology. She also enjoys studying ancient techniques of stealth, breath control, contortion, hand-knife surgical techniques and the ways of the kitchen-witch and hearth-shaman. When not dissecting unique, new, previously-unheard-of specimens on uncharted planetoids in far-off locales of exotically chic solarities, she can usually be found with some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend.
Relation To Other Characters: She does not know them, and does not want to know them. A real human like herself can not be seen conversing with these test tube experiments. Why HR would place her with clones is beyond her.

((That's right P1. She's going to be hard to get. :P))

((Also, for my own ratification, is TNW a robot, android or artificial person? I got the impression that he was organic (mostly).))

((@Mods: Can we get these two threads (this and the OOC one) stickied for extra publicity?))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Hendrich on January 08, 2009, 05:27:55 am

((Heh, wanted to spice things up a bit.))

[Message: Application for mission Scatter Droplift- Prime]
[From: Mithrot@ISMC.br]
[To: headoffices_level3@ISMC.br]
[Attachments: 1. Scanned; read as clean]

Alpha Prime, reporting to be accepted into mission Scatter Droplift to the task of deploying nodes for the Head Offices for Intergalactic Space Military Corps. I request this mission in the favor of credits, this E-mail contains an attachment that contains by Bio, thank you for your time.

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Character Name: Codename Alpha Prime; I do not have a name of birth.
Age: 16
Extra Information: In my previous line of work I helped move various cargo to different planetoids and I completed my First Degree: Military course and Level 3: Healing courses.
Extra Background: I am part of the Ur-Welt lineage, Unmodified. I am from Rock Hopper Blood, and I cam fresh from the CoY Scout Corps, hoping to be allowed to take part on this mission.
Relation To Other Characters: When I was much younger, TNW was my best and only friend- in a sense of course. I hope to see him again as I was forbidden human contact or conversation at an early age. I hope that you read my earlier complaints of his attitude behavior program, as it could be a distraction during the mission because I remember his violent and rude behavior as a child. I believe this could've been cause of his older personality chipsets that were designed for combat drones, not for a drone of his abilities.   

Title: Brindipedic interregnum
Post by: player1 on January 08, 2009, 06:11:13 am

Dirgebottom, (1337^th Level Master Craft, AGO) Southerboy "Slim-Guilder". A Cis-Arcturian Gazetteer, OR An Astragator's Guide to the Near Volumes and Vectors, appendix B3.b: Overlooked Solarities of the Inner Starsprawl. Apam-Napat, Varuna: Astragator's Guild Omniversal, 4017 ICE.

Al-Minak
The star is actually a small solarity quite near Wolf 359, a very large object as brown dwarfs go, and a pretty puny object as far as run-of-the-mill M-class red dwarfs go: a paltry example of the most common type of star in the Settled Vectors and Volumes. It's not as if it were very exciting, but still, it shouldn't have gone overlooked for two millenia, mere el-wyes away from Humanity's Alleged Cradle-Star. And then one day in the late Forty-teens of the Interglobal Common Era, it was silently catalogued, as if it had appeared from nowhere; quietly added to the list of places to driver-mine worldlets, pellucidarize planetoids, and manufacture the type of things you can't make or sell in the more snooty sections of the Pink Corridor. Some wag on Varuna dubbed it Al-Minak, the One that Somehow Escaped Notice. There were of course, the usual kooks and crazies who insisted it was Providence's Plan or Something Far More Sinister, but until the time of our mission, the small swarm of planetoids and asterisms haunting the cometary cloud of this darkened babystar had gone relatively unexplored and almost completely overlooked. Except, of course, but an ancient, arcane, soul-shocking horror, a few desperate smugglers and privateers, and a certain zaibatsu infamous for (allegedly) destroying the very cosmic fabric of the Omniverse itself (albeit on a picoparticular level). A nice place for a quaint little buckyball-dysonshell of linked sweatpods and botufacturing plants.

found drone-pengraved to the underside of the Flovat terminal shelf, in Old High Brindip, during the scuttling of the tender Merry Makings, Late Creature Uprisings Period

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Successful Interaction
Post by: player1 on January 08, 2009, 06:19:59 am

((@cast: Awesome job! Once everybody is planetside, or so, it's on to Scene Two))

((if this were a comic book, right around page seven; if it were a teleplay, right before the first "get-a-snack" commercial break))

((+1 for everybody!!!))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simmering Insurrection
Post by: player1 on January 08, 2009, 07:11:17 am

Jesu-Esau "Simmer" Oberreiter

Simmer has been with Corporate Investor Media Relations since Haos Redro got booted out of the Pink Corridor, and forced to instead pursue ventures in the New Far South. This arthrosaur infestation has really gotten to be a big pain in the ass. Frankly, he's sick of it. I mean, isn't there some kind of product or service that these reptilian bugs could be buying from HR, instead of all this money spent on killing? Oh well, at least he had the foresight to be heavily invested in Tumbo stock. Who cares about the fate of the omniverse? As long as they keep making Mass Drivers and Luci Cannons, he can continue to have three families in different systems, each a jump away from the next, never guessing of each other's existence. And since all three were merfolk women, water-sprites and wood-fairies of the Unvanquished megaclan, nobody had better find out either. Merfolk women were infamously jealous. Everyone knew the old tale of the Guilderguide who tried to cheat on his lake-nymph wife with a sea-nymph mistress. She offered to service him one last time, as a parting gift. Let us just say he was parted from his Gift. The Spacers say she used her teeth, but they lie like a methane snowfall on a supergiant terralune. All Simmer knew was that all of his wives thought he was away on business. Which he was. He just wished he knew what the hell the business was. And just who back at HQ had gotten him assigned to this dump run.

Character Name: Simmer
Age: 129, one last time
Extra Info: I like nymphs, naiads, nereids, mer-wenches, sea-sprites and Untersee ghost-manatees (but the last only as friends); long swims by triple-moonlight; lion-dogs, when they are just cuddly pride-whelps; and a really good cup of Brindip Uplifter with some Antharnillion fire-bat stew, when the dawn-mist is rising, and the home-pond is glassy, just watching the first nippers rising to take the fry and pollywog...
Extra Background: I don't usually do this sort of thing...
Relationships: Nothing too heavy. Let's just be friends, first, OK?

New in Town/Actual Video/Friendly Rates

Title: A Simple Insertion - One Drone's Blog
Post by: player1 on January 08, 2009, 08:21:54 am

Swinging the Merry Makings in a screaming pass around the farside of Al-Minak 73b.1 (I'd finally cross-referenced Dirgebottom (http://tremulous.net/forum/index.php?topic=10077.msg153023#msg153023), S. "S-G", 4017), I forced her after a few disputed passes to shudderingly accept the embrace of the little planetoid: an Ares-object, with a remarkably dense atmosphere, and near-perfect conditions for Duplicants and even Unmodifieds to persist and even thrive. It was one of the most anthroformatted objects I had yet seen, but except for the drop-pods, there wasn't a soul on it. It's often quite incomprehensible to humans the amount of data that a drone can process at one time: while I was piloting the squirming little dropboat, I was also streaming a v-mail from my mistress, cataloguing Lady von B's noir manganime work, and rewriting my bio, for my virtual domain, The Bloviator:

Terrible North Wind, who has often been referred to but rarely described in certain works by anonymous conspiracy theorists and lowbrow crap slingers, is a Protagonistic Device Authorial of varied, interoperative constructs and adaptable, self-modifying morphology. When necessary, this Practicing Divination Artist can assume practically any configuration, from main battle-walker to clockwork arachnobot, in a reasonably cost-efficient and creatively expeditious fashion. This Purpose-Driven Agency, whose processing ability has been likened to putting all of the computing power of Neano Two's bookies into a unit the size of a petagig drive, is a near-featureless grey brick, in the form of the Perpend (Deific) Ashlar. Able to field-fabricate practically any artifact ever produced by Original Unmodifieds, TNW has been leading teams of HR Holdings, Tumbo Exosquad, and Merc Militia Duplicants and their OU clients since before the dawn of the Fifth Millennium Interglobal.

Yeah, that sounded pretty good. I could've said "The ghost of Mickey Spillane in a box the size of a hard drive," but who the hell in the 41st century would know what the hell I was talking about. Stupid Humans. Don't even know their own history.

Speaking of Humans. They were signaling me again. Then I completely lost attitude control, and things started spinning really fast. I wasn't really disoriented. I was just deciding whether to just let the damn thing crash, take the call from the surface, and ask for room service, or if I was going to continue to fight it. I threw out tethers, probes, whiplets, bundles, goosing the pod-hauler, prodding her, pushing her, goading her, working her, getting her back on track and flying right. The intercom was still beeping. It wasn't like I can't talk and drive at the same time. I'm a drone, right?

I just didn't feel like talking right then. What was I gonna say?

"OMW?"

"BRT?"

"IGI?"

Jeez, Gunny, I'm coming, OK? Leave a message!

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: The DM/OP Joins!
Post by: player1 on January 08, 2009, 09:19:51 am

Quote from: Kaleo on January 08, 2009, 04:04:42 am

((I doubt that the Ãœbergeist will be as fulfilling as I had originally anticipated, and we aren't getting the numbers we need, so I'm going to RP for Jane as well))

Relation To Other Characters: She does not know them, and does not want to know them. A real human like herself can not be seen conversing with these test tube experiments. Why HR would place her with clones is beyond her.[/color]

((That's right P1. She's going to be hard to get. :P))

((Also, for my own ratification, is TNW a robot, android or artificial person? I got the impression that he was organic (mostly).))

((@OP/DM/MUD-master-of-Al-Minak:))

((re: Ubergeist: She is the end-boss; I describe the Aliens (http://tremulous.net/forum/index.php?topic=9805.msg149706#msg149706) you should throw at our heroes and the weapons (http://tremulous.net/forum/index.php?topic=9805.msg149705#msg149705) you should arm them with in the Total Conversion entries in the Unvanquished thread. Think of it as the Q: TJ: TFZI post-Third Race Intervention pocket-omniverse. Sometime after the original war, and now the Unvanquished have joined the fight, but not yet outwardly.))

((Have fun with Jane.))

((Drone bio provided, or just subscribe to his blog. He loves to talk about himself.))

((Cheers!))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Kaleo on January 08, 2009, 11:28:11 am

Doctor Johae "Jane" Ha lifted herself tenderly from the pod. She had hit her head on the communications tablet on impact and had passed out. She knew she had woken up hours later, but was unsure just how many hours. There was blood all down her face and her vision was still blurry from bloodloss. Damn those idiot clones. And that drone. Who in the hell did he think he was?
Having heaved herself out of the pod and into the small crater it made on impact, she stood up slowly and looked around. The world was, as far as she could tell, a typical Type 3 world; gravity a little above normal, atmosphere usual oxygen/hydrogen mix. She even thought that the plant life was similar to that of many areas on Old Terra. She turned around and reached into the pod.

"Shit."

There was very little in there in the way of supplies. A blaster was strapped in a holster on the wall, and some food packs and vitamin and bottles protien supplement pills were scattered over the floor where they must have come loose from the bag underneath the chair.
She piled the food back into the bag, unholsted the blaster and fumbled in the survival bag for a fire starting kit. To her dismay, there was no such thing in the bag. She'd have to go cold, since the pods main power systems and door were bust. She hit the emergency beacon and settled down in the pods chair with a blanket and watched the blinking light on the beacon, muttered "And fuck that Terrible North Wind", and went to sleep.

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Kaleo on January 08, 2009, 11:36:17 am

The Ãœbergeist watched this one too.
It did not know what to catagorize this one as. It's actions did not seem completely random, yet it's pupose was unclear. The Ãœbergeist would continue to observe this one itself, since all the other pinkskins were being watched by the Overminds and their hives.
It decided to go with The Lone for now.

Once again, a thought was sent the the Overminds: "Observe closer."

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Archangel on January 08, 2009, 05:46:43 pm

Watching a fat businessman clean himself up after being first sucked against a wall, then trying to shove himself into a pod with the forces of many Gs pressing into his body, then collecting himself on the ground, is NOT pretty sight. And especially at his age...

"Why does it have to be me, jammed on all these missions in the middle of bumfuck nowhere?" he somewhat muttered to himself as he straightened his suit out. "And why am I wearing a suit in this hellhole? Dry-cleaning bills are going to be insane when I get back to the sector." He tried to comprehend what was going on -- where all that cloned nonsense was. And that godforsaken drone! He absolutely despised those know-it-all metallic freaks! But that wasn't the issue at hand. He tried to block out all other thoughts so he could think about his families back home, and what they'd be thinking if he never showed up again.

But that one thought he was trying to avoid did finally squeeze its way into his brain. The thought of "What the hell am I even doing here?"

Title: A Simmer Interruption
Post by: player1 on January 09, 2009, 12:09:39 am

((Good job!))

((Don't forget, Simmer has their orders.))

((It's almost time to unseal the next instructions.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Hendrich on January 09, 2009, 03:17:30 am

((Damn, its hard for me to decipher the storyline so far, my english understanding isn't college level ^^. Tell me if I got a story element wrong and I'll change what I have, thanks, this RP thing is new for me.))

[Journal Log Entry #3602]
[Topic: Mission Scatter Droplift]
[Date: 24th Moon Beam, 5466th Cycle]

May our spirits rise, let us hear from our Sister Zetta as her words can cleanse the mind of darkness:

Quote from: Prophetess Zetta, Sister of the Damned and Giver of the Blood, Book of the Hopper Volume II on the 7th Moon Beam, 23rd Cycle

Sinners, haters, killers, we are all born under the same stars. Breath, pulse quickened, we entered this life to give meaning and show ourselves to the Creator; Nell'ura- God of life and giver of the breath. Do not hate he who has felt pain before, he who has loved before, because he too was human like you. Let our ancestors clear your many paths, choose your patch carefully and walk proudly to it, holding the hands of your brothers and sisters into the shining glory of life. May Nell'ura watch over you, keeping you safe.

Healith Kurr Zenora tona Nell'ura! Zenera Nellura! Nell'ura!

Now then, this is log #3602. Attached to this file is an audio book relating to the mission, anyone who obtains this file may use the audio book as an extra piece of information on the development of mission Scatter Droplift.

As far as I've understood from listening, we boarded a dropshit- I mean dropship to a planetoid whereas we are supposed to implant telenodes, turrets and armories so the Ken clones can spawn and thus eradicate the alien threat when we leave safely. I am happy to say that I met TNW after all these years, but I'm also sadly to say that I met him. Confused? Even though my application asked the Heads to replace TNW's personality chipsets, those lazy asswipes didn't do shit about it. TNW quickly started swearing at me, and utilizing a very "colorful" dictionary. As we neared the planetoid, the ship launched us outside and smack into the middle of nowhere- without breakfast. 

So we quickly regrouped and now we're heading off to the far side of the planetoid. The surrounding area is very mountainous, and dead- no identifiable signs of life. I have not bothered to try to establish any social connection with my teammates because they're all douchebags and took every breakfast burrito and didn't leave one for me. Hell, even TNW took one and hes a drone, what the hell does he think a burrito will do for him? I didn't try taking it from him, as he threatened to chop off my genital and stuff it down my neck, and I didn't want to give him any excuse for doing such. Other then that, my other teammates seems to be behaving quite nicely, except I did overhear that team member Jane had a problem with clones and Rock Hoppers. I've decided that I'll just ignore her as much as possible, and maybe pull something over her. I think I can get TNW to gravity lift one of the males (Like Gunner) close to her while she and he sleeps. Spread some mayonnaise on her mouth, and watch the fun and confusion happen in the morning. That'll teach that bitch and that cocky ego-maniac a lesson or two.    

That is it for this log, as there isn't much else to talk about. I heard that our next set of instructions will be sent off to us by the time we get to the rally point on the far side. Till' then, Ver'rur Kanith Henners.

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"Hello, this is Audio Log number one for mission Scatter Droplift, Alpha Prime speaking. I like to use this audio log to bold the fact that that I am a member of my team. My teammates seems to ignore or hate me, thinking that I'm just another blood thirsty Hopper like many from the history of my culture. This isn't true, not every fucking Hopper wants to kill everyone and use their blood to resurrect Valuray, I recognize many humanoids and aliens alike were killed in the War of Resurrection for the race for control, and I agree that they were some serious sick fuck back then. Maybe in my next audio log I can delve deeper into my culture's history to explain, but I won't go over that for now."

"Thing is, I am not a Cryptic Hopper, I am a Ur-Welt, and proud to be one. My blood was obtained during my birth process by my mother Zanel, as such happens when our kind is born. It is true that Cryptic Hoppers could only give birth to one off-spring (And I accept the fact I am a only child), but I assure you that the doctors did do an autopsy on her and gave me the results when I was 15, marking her bloodline negative for Cryptic."

"The utter racism, stereo-typing and other members of the team considering me a "tool", is unacceptable. I will be sure to send a letter to the Heads addressing this issue. End of log."

Title: <i>The Bloviator</i>
Post by: player1 on January 09, 2009, 06:41:22 am

I had totally forgotten what a baby Prime was. Of course Slim had eaten five breakfast burritos. I mean, I'm sure that Haos Redro puts heroin in the mayonnaise, but that corpulent pilot was on his first sober since the turn of the millennium: his body needed some sustenance, now that the steady flow of Brainfrag^TM, Lux-Stim^TM, Fabsynthe^TM, and Dog's Liver Ale^TM had been shut off. I even tucked one away, in case I actually needed him to pilot the dropboat again; as if I'd trust him with it. I'll bet sober he wouldn't even recognize the controls.

_"What is this ^place?"

^"How _did I _get ^here?"

"How do I work this?"

Non-

Simultaneously

Apprehended

Simultaneously

Apprehended

Non-

Apprehended

Non-

Simultaneously

I'd tucked that little dropboat, or at least the lifter pod, in a pretty obvious cleft on top of what looked like the highest mountain on that little planemo, not too obvious, but noticeable enough, and made a big splash of jettisoning the rest of the Merry Makings. The resulting crash and fire served as a beacon to bring most of the team back together again: Gunny and Slim had been tracking me visually and on comm, and I guess Prime, Jane, and Simmer all saw the fire. At least a couple of them had enough smarts to hunt and roast some of the nocturnal parrot-pterosaurids and budgie-archaeoscines of the thin, weird forest of man-high, bark-less, leafless, lurid, knobby, scaly, lavender-purple thorn-thistle trees, which locked limbs before, behind, betwixt and all about us, as we stood in a shallow depression in a sweaty, lilac mist, under a mauve, maudlin sky, with draconian designs in each of our minds.

"Stop bitching about the food and go kill something."

"You know I abhor such action," Prime replied.

"Then go grow something, farmer." What a lunk.

"Maybe you could go and help Gunny and Slim look for the Twins," said Jane.

"I figured you'd be lookin' fer yer girl, by now, anyhow, Alpha One," I laughed, "instead of standing around base camp arguing about who got the last of the toffee-wafers. And where'd that HR guy run off to now? Did he go with Slim and Gunny? Look, why don't you round up the team and see if Simmer can open his next set of orders yet. The insertion team - or what remains of it - has made planetfall. That must be a waypoint, or something. Go find your squad leader, sonny and ask him a question."

"Oh, yeah? And what would that be, most ancient and learned talking-box-full-of-shit?"

"Ask him this, smartass: Oh valiant and honorable team-leader, battle-clone-son of a battle-clone-son - 'Are we there yet?'"

"And if he says 'yes?'"

"Ask him if we made it on time."

Prime started laughing. "You always were an asshole, drone," he said, stuffing a fistful of Ked Brand^TM Army-man Crackers into his mouth, and talking around them as he chewed, "but at least you're funny."

He smiled at me goofily, grabbed the last of the prepack foodstuffs off the makeshift table, winked at Jane, and stalked off, muttering to himself.

"I can't be-lieve someone ate all the fucking Pizza Pops!"

Jane looked at me as if I actually was a talking-box-full-of-shit. "Nice guy, your friend, there."

"What can I tell ya, sweetheart? You know how this business is. I knew a guy who knew a guy. I can't look after all of young Jocelyn's proteges. 'Some forces of the omniverse are best left to discharge their energies elsewhere,'" I quoted.

"You've been reading your Nux, I see," she said.

"Reading him?" I snorted, "Lady, I was his guru and his disciple. We wrote our theses in crackpotology at Scientia Collegium Omniversitat the same Great Year, and sat for our boards in Metaphys. Phys. and Alch. Chem. during the following Deep-Winter, at SVQ Trinity."

"Gitthefuckouttahere," she said. "I'm his widowed bride and philosophical heir."

"Madam," I said, "Professor Bince Bowlsworth, 3773^rd MC-AGO, at your service."

Somewhere among the Twittering Thorn-Trees of the Purple Plain of Al-Minak 73b.1, I heard Prime  *cough, *grunt, *snuffle, and zip! himself, sighing longingly. *s-i-g-h

"_{Hey, I found something!}"

It was Slim's voice, but then, silence...

We just stood there waiting.

"What?" I asked.

I had to ask, right?

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Kaleo on January 09, 2009, 08:58:20 am

Jane stood up and looked in the direction Slims words had come from.

"Where did he g–"

Terrible North Wind rushed over to her and urgently covered her mouth with his hand. The metallic taste of his skin caused her to recoil, but TWN kept his hand clamped firmly over her mouth and looked in the direction of where Slim had last spoken. He slowly brought his hand from her mouth and sat her down. He reached to the rifle that was propped against one of the crates of supplies and pointed it in the direction of Slims voice.

"Fuck you, trashcan. I can look after myself." She whispered, and reached for her pistol which had be sitting beside her. The nerve of that damn drone. How dare a synthetic, like him, touch her.

"Shh... We don't know what it is." TWN hissed at her.

They both hefted their guns in Slims direction, when suddenly–

"Guys? Come here, quickly!"

"You fucking shit, Slim! We almost shot you! Why didn't you answer?" TWN roared.

"What?"

Slim walked out of the trees into the camp. Jane scowled at him. He was a slob; fat and filthy. He had about 4 chins, and streaks of food all down his front and for some reason, smelt of stale piss.

"Fucking hell, Slim." TWN sighed. "Ok. What did you find?"

"Come and see!"

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Syntac on January 09, 2009, 12:30:07 pm

It was a piece of metal.

"What did you bring us the fuck out here for??" demanded TNW.

"Look closer," said Slim. "It's a piece of dropboat hull."

It took a few seconds for the implications of this to sink in. Then:

"What would another dropboat be doing in the middle of nowhere?" asked Jane.

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Jalaco on January 09, 2009, 11:25:17 pm

((I have 2 questions... 1. are the 'ed dudes gay? 2. can a lovable granger show up in the second or third scene on the humans side?))

((\\^// Jalaco \\^//))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Kaleo on January 09, 2009, 11:52:59 pm

((A) That should've gone in the OOC thread,
B) No,
C) No.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Syntac on January 10, 2009, 12:24:41 am

((Now then, on with the show!))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Plague Bringer on January 10, 2009, 01:32:32 am

Gunny pushed through his small crowd. "TNW, can you scan for any dropboat signals around here?"
Not that there would be one left, though; The scrap was charred and dented, and Gunny thought sure it must have come from a crashed vessel. Whether or not anyone survived, though, he certainly wanted to know one thing.
"Who the fuck else is here," Gunny inquired to no one in particular.
There was a squeal and a rustling in the bushes to Gunny's left. He raised his pistol in the direction of the noise. The rest of the group followed suit. Gunny signaled, and the group crept closer to the bush.

((Now, this could be anything from a Gorthian Bush Sloth to whomever (or whatever) was in that pod, or even, perhaps, a scout from an overmind or the ubergeist. Just some ideas.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Kaleo on January 10, 2009, 05:51:29 am

Jane looked at the bush. It was pink (much like the rest of the flora on this piece of shit planet), and was covered in little thorn-like leaves. She was just about to pull the trigger to let whatever made the noise when TWN moved. He was like lightning. No sentient object should be able to move that fast. One moment he was there, then next he was at the bush with his fist in it. There was a painful crack, like the sound of metal on stone, and the sounds of something scurrying off into the forest.

"Chase it!" Shouted Gunny.

Jane and slim had begun to move when Terrible North Wind intervened tripped them both onto the soft, loamy ground.

"You fucking shit pieced crap talking metal toilet fuck you!" Screamed Jane.

"You want to go chasing after god-knows-what in a thick forest on an alien planet, be my guest. Besides, I think it was a marauder." TWN said.

"Oh fuck no!" Moaned Slim. "Why are they here?"

((Lets keep the Aliens very "Alien", if you know what I mean, for now.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simpleton Insurgency
Post by: player1 on January 10, 2009, 06:43:31 am

Downstream Semi-loquaciousness, by One Happy Drone, a padpod entry for the day which is today

I had been scrounging, scuttling, and salvaging the whole time they had been catching birds and roasting them on the wreckage of the unusable parts of the Merry Makings I had jettisoned and used as my "rescue" beacon, trying to put together a field-deployable package most suited to our current needs, while they bitched at me for not "coming to get them." Did they think I was gonna fly that flaming pile of uninspected, low-bid, HR/T Toyco military-grade crap around and pick them up? What is this: taxi service? Hello! Malfunctioning spacecraft over here that the pilot has disabled with last week's pay in the form of a nitrate-rich liquid. I've got a situation on my hand, here. Which, at the time was grammatically correct. I was so busy, I hadn't even finished reconstructing myself yet. Piloting a dead dropboat was not on my job description, and neither was fucking search party leader. Want to know what happened to the drone, the spacecraft you all bailed out of, and the only person smart enough to retain that bit of hardware in a situation where it might be useful? Look for the giant flame, on top of the biggest mountain. Come and talk to the drone. The drone ain't going looking for nobody. The drone is gonna finish putting his ass together. Which is right about where I was when they showed up...

burritos
breakfast
birds
broasted
breasts
brazen
brazier
brassiere
brassier
brassy
gassy

"-these Pizza-Pops are making me gassy-"

massy
maskings
matinee
manatee
merman
ethel
edsel
ed sullivan
old moving van

"-van Rigel-Kent von Bettle-Gurz-Halden, can you believe it?"

believe
relieve
achieve
aggrieve
conceive
deceive
defy
deify
deity
laity
prayeth we

"Nell'ura! Nell'ura!"

"You don't look so good, drone."

"I will when I get my ass back together."

"Why'd you put it on your face?"

"Does yours hurt?"

"Why?"

"Because it's killing me."

swilling
willing
spilling
chilling
ceiling
feeling
reeling
peeling

"-just peel back the skins like that, and stick 'em near the fire, like this, Slim."

whim
quim
quip
whip
ship
jump
lump
hump
dump

"-the fuck signed me up for this dump run, anyways."

anyhow
however
every
why not?
don't
what?
stop
why?
please
where?

"-do you think the others could be?"

"'I got a rifle in my hand, and I still don't understand.'"

Another dropboat; how fun! Screw you, whoever sent me here to die!

Is that a lovable granger? No it's a Gorthian Bush Sloth! No wait... a maralisk!

"What," I said to Jane, "tripped who?"

Gunny was saying to Slim, "Because your sweat smells like toffee-wafers and pizza-pops, you fat bag of shit. Another couple of days of those pigeon-lizards from last night, and you're gonna be the tastiest thing left on this planetoid, you delicious sack of lard."

"Fuck you," Slim said, and then something jumped out of the bushes, completely engulfing his head.

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Syntac on January 10, 2009, 04:09:15 pm

"Holy hell fuck!!" screamed Slim in a rather muffled sort of way. "It's licking me!!" There was a definite slurping sound coming from what appeared to be the thing's mouth.

((I'll leave this one to you guys.))
((Also, p1: Why is the Übergeist speaking there?))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Plague Bringer on January 10, 2009, 04:11:03 pm

((Ooh, interesting! I've got ideas, but musn't double post. They're lame, anyway.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Plague Bringer on January 11, 2009, 12:48:24 am

"Son of a bitch," Slim let out a muffled shout. "Fuck, fuck fuck!"
Gunny let out a cry of laughter as Slim's pants grew wet, the spot expanding outwards from his groin.
"I told you we should have stayed away from the from the bush," TNW said casually.
The team mingled for a minute, staring at the object which had trapped Slim. It had light pink lips wrapped around Slim's shoulders, and was salivating heavily. The front of Slim's shirt was already soaked with monster slobber. Well, it wasn't really a monster at all.
"Come the fuck on, you bastards, I'm being eaten alive," Slim cried from within.
"I told you you were tasty, you half-wit lard bucket," Gunny glared at where Slim's head would be within the creature's mouth. "It's a fucking plant, chubs, calm down. I suppose you smelled like an insect that eats shit, so it decided to gobble you up."

((Next surprise is someone else's, as is figuring out how to remove the plant from Slim's head.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Plague Bringer on January 11, 2009, 01:24:35 am

((Hey, do any of you guys write outside of role-playing or casual forum-going?))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Hendrich on January 11, 2009, 01:25:45 am

[Event #12 on 2nd Moon Beam, 5467th Cycle]

I laughed, I seriously had to. Look at Slim, he looks fucking ridiculous. The so-called plant creature seemed to make everyone stay away from it, hell, even me. In between it's red and yellow scaly skin was a green ooze that watered down it's body everytime it sucked Slim's head, and attached to it's bloated body was two curved horns where arms should've been. It had huge lazy eyes that moved all around, and a big stupid smile. That and it's pink lips, it looked like the raped version of a fish, and on Slim's head, it was priceless. It seemed to moan "Hmm, hmm, HMMM!" everytime it moved it's body when sucking on his head, and every time it happened the fat on it's body jiggled. It looked something like headcrab head sex to me.
 
All of us were just staring at the thing sucking on Slim. Gunny was gawking, and TNW loaded up a music file and blasted a "Rick-roll" just for the hell of it. At that time all of us were laughing at him while he tried to get the thing off, I mean, comon, it was like watching a old science fiction cartoon.

But then after we stopped laughing and TNW turned off his sound, Slim started to make wheezing sounds. His knees fell on the floor and he was holding his neck, it was obvious he had major trouble breathing. Jane went over to slim to try to get the creature off, but when her hands touched it's oozed scales, Jane snapped back and started to scream. Her hands turned into a violent pink, and I saw that the green ooze acted like acid on her skin. Then and there I knew things got serious, as she cried in pain and Slim's neck was dripping from his own blood.

Gunny acted quickly. "Fuck! Get that shit off of his head quickly! It looks like that, thing is eating him!" yelled Gunny as he quickly grabbed some safety 24-MG gloves and ran to Slim. Simmer dragged Jane away from the scene as me and TNW just kept staring. Slim was now banging his head on the ground- hard. He suddenly stopped moving and fell on the floor twitching violently. I ran to see if we had extra med-kits and TNW started scanning the creature for information. To tell you the truth, it looked like getting the med-kits was pointless, Slim was going to choke on his own blood soon.

((Anyone else interested in adding more surprises for our new fishy friend?))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Plague Bringer on January 11, 2009, 01:39:47 am

((Perhaps it's a Hivnuas plant that Kaleo mentioned earlier? Maybe we'll seen get a taste of what the ubergeist has to offer.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: Dronish Cross-referencing
Post by: player1 on January 11, 2009, 06:47:15 am

-from Florafauns of the Rogue Planemos and Das Überbewußtsein, by B. G. Issi, Kosimov Survey of Omniversal Picodestruction Evidentiary Claims, Council for the Science of Sciences, SVQ Trinity Renascent Triangle Publickations, Object-Nations of the Plutinos, Firststar Solarity, Home Suns Moving Group, 3997 ICE, pp. 37-8ff.

Of these wandering red dwarf stars and their strange "planimals" or animate vegetation, perhaps the cosmic obscenity and disturbing allure of the semi-marine Hivnuas plant is the weirdest. It is said that the very black-souled horror which precipitated the manifest incarnation of the so-called Übergeist (more properly called Das Meta-bewußtsein - the Meta-Ultra-Overmind) on this plane, or in this dimension, or of this omniverse, (whether you favor a magickal, fantastickal, or scientifickal frame-of-mind), produced hellish monstrosities of plant-animal hybrids to be scattered amongst a flotilla of ronin planetoids: rogue worldlets roaming leaderless through the cosmos, starless and bible black; or occasionally accompanied by the commonest of stars, and appearing suddenly, where before they had been not. This sickness, this plague, this miasma of wandering worlds, of extrastellar planemos, of meandering moonlets, all filled with plants that were animals, and animals that were plants, fish that were bushes, and trees that were scorpions, was the way in which the Übergeist prepared the path for its advance, a dark vanguard, an insane mockery of creation gone berserk, a frenzy of shock and awe, an extremity of the aesthetic display of sheer, shuddering, quaversome, mind-numbing fear. The Hivnuas was not only an expression of the evil of the Meta-Ultra-Overmind and its malignment of Providence's Plan for the Omniversal Sapients, it was an extension of its will, vision, and malice. The mudskipper-shrub, as it's called, sucks of the vital fluids of its victim, and tries to implant eggs in any body cavity, which will be fertilized by its mate, the trilobite-bole. All in all, I found Al-Minak 73b.1 a most puzzling expression of the caprices of evil, idly applied, from the thorn-thistle trees of its Whispering Glades to the fizzy soda seas of its bicarbonate Pop Oceans. One of our party was taken by the Hivnuas. We found it best to kill him instantly, and obliterate the corpus clonal, as we had a fresh and clean dupe of him on file. A wise precaution, in any case. We built a pyre and burnt his body completely. After chanting over the remains for three turnings, we left him there for that foul world to ingest; lest any take the geas upon himself for possessing such a thing. Upon his next spawning, he thanked us, and we got him drunk, and we bought him a lap dance from a Centauri naiad, but he ran away screaming. The MUO had eaten his mind, even into several future incarnations. A metaphysickal manifestation most malign, magnificently murderous, and myopically misanthropic.

this booklet from the Kosimov Survey Omnipedia found in a passenger lounge of the jumpship Roger Over upon its return from the Almanac Solarity

notations in the margin show that someone was aware that the use of the neutral gender was of particular importance to the article's author

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Kaleo on January 11, 2009, 07:08:32 am

((Well, I had kind of hinted that the Ãœbergeist is virtually unknown to those outside the Cheif Executive Board of Haos Redro, but oh well...))

((Perhaps this could be an un-published book in a safe in one of the aformentioned Cheif Exectutives offices back on Titan. The author would've been liquidated in that case.))

((But perhaps our heroes could be aware of the strange, sentient properties of the Hivnuas plant.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Hendrich on January 11, 2009, 03:35:43 pm

[Event #13 on 2nd Moon Beam, 5467th Cycle]

TNW began reading off the information he had in his hard-drive, most of it was just bullshit I didn't understand until he said something about obliterating the plant, then I saw the look on Gunny's face- I didn't trust that look. He ran from Slim's side and came back with a shotgun. A SHOTGUN. What the fuck is he going to do with that? Well, its fucking obvious, the spicy burritos went to his head and now hes gonna blow Slims head off faster then a prostitute would blow a man off in Vennor64 street. "Noo!" I yelled, but the damage was done, and the fish, or plant, or whatever the fuck the thing is flew 15 feet away.

Gunny went to Slim's side and saw that his mouth was full of blood, and barely breathing. Gunny flipped him over to examine any other injuries, and saw a hole that looked primitively dug led to his brain, or was supposed to, but fortunately it wasn't deep enough to kill Slim. I brought Med-kits and Gluton needle and started to heal him. I used the needle to shoot Gluton ooze into the hole, which hardened and then became soft, I knew that the ooze will take some of his tissue so it can clone itself into his skin safely. Gunny on the other hand, ran to the plant wanting to kick more ass, I don't blame him- he kept saying he wanted to chew bubble and kick ass if we get on the planetoid.

He held the shotgun close to the plant's head (Or what I thought was a head), but then something started to worm out of the plant's body. The plant looked cartoony, and without the ooze it would've looked cute, but that brown nasty thing coming out of it looked unreal. But then the brown thing opened it's mouth, that showed a great number of teeth and lunged at Gunny.

((I''ll leave this part for anyone who wants to do it))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Plague Bringer on January 11, 2009, 03:44:46 pm

((Tentacle hentai rape. What a horrible way to be injured.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simmer Desertion
Post by: player1 on January 12, 2009, 01:32:27 am

-from the personal impressions of Jesu-Esau "Simmer" Oberreiter, as retrieved from the onboard emergency recorder patched to his installed bonepiece

When the plant collapsed, and the toothy worm-thing crawled out of its ass, like it was shitting itself, and leaving a husk behind, I nearly freaked. I mean, I've heard about a lot of nasty alien stuff, but even on the xenopr0n virt-expos, I'd never seen anything like that. I thought Jane was going to freak, but she was yelling at Prime to watch out. I don't know why Gunny and Prime kept pushing her out of the way, and trying to do her job. She was the expert on alien life-forms, she was the chief medical officer, she knew the most about how to deal with threatening unidentifiable monstrosities. Gunny was a fucking delivery-man, and Prime a goddam psy-freak, for Nell'ura's sake. Both of them were beneath her, yet they tried to push past her, shoulder her out of the way, and then do her job wrong. The funny thing was, she seemed perfectly willing to let them be macho idiots. She just let them walk into the stupidest situations, when I just knew that she could've warned them. I almost think that she thought that they deserved whatever they got, for getting in her way, and presuming to even speak to her, let alone talk down to her.

The brown, toothy worm-thing lunged at Gunny. I had been trying to pull Jane back, out of the way (I was just as guilty of trying to "save" her constantly), but I grabbed her blaster hand, and I could see that she was finally fed up. She punched me hard, in the mouth, with her other hand, and when I let go of her gun hand, she flipped the blaster around and cold-cocked me across the face with it, cutting my cheek. I dropped to my knees in pain, and despair, but she turned quickly and kneed me in the nose. This stunned me, and I fell forward, face down, into the loose soil. As I did, she brought the butt of the pistol down hard on the back of my skull. I saw bright hot lights turn pink and lime-green, then bright blue, then black. My fucking head was pounding. Why was she doing this? I was just trying to help.

"The next one of you assholes who touches me or gets in my way fucking dies."

She turned back towards Gunny. The monster had indeed lunged at him, while Jane had been kicking my ass, because I had heard the shotgun go off three times, I had heard Prime scream, and now I heard Gunny making gurgling noises. Slim by this time was just sputtering and moaning softly to himself. Blood was in my eyes. My head swam. My face was ruined. My ears rang. I heard the thing making disgusting, suggestive, utterly hideous sounds, like a man having relations with a rodent. Gunny's gurgling was much more muted. Prime was still screaming. I heard Jane discharge her blaster again and again. Then I heard her say "Fuck it," and I heard the blaster being tossed down. I heard Jane's steps leading away. Gunny had stopped gurgling, and Prime was yelling, "No... No... Getthefuckawayfromme!" and I knew the thing had turned on him, as the sounds it was making had reached a frenzied climax, which subsided as Gunny had gone silent. I heard, rather than saw, Prime try to run away, and I heard his screams intensify as the worm-thing caught up with him. I had never heard a man scream himself to death before. It is a terrible sound. I kept blinking and rubbing my eyes, but I still couldn't see. I heard the thing reach the peak of its killing frenzy again, and I knew it would finally turn on me, when I heard Jane's running bootsteps. 'Finally', I thought, but she stopped some distance away. Then I heard her say it.

"Hey... you. Wanna play?"

The thing was finished with Prime anyway, I could hear his screams become moans of surrender, then I knew the worm-beast must be lunging for Jane, and then I heard the roasty, toasty sound of a flamethrower blasting something to fricasseed giblets, and I smelt the almost-appetizing smell of burnt abomination. This made me retch, and I lost my lunch, there on the ground, but mostly all over my best fieldwork suit. That got me really mad, so I just started screaming.

I guess the thing wasn't dead. It ate my face off while Jane burnt us both to a nice crisp.

My estate will be pressing charges against all parties involved.

entered into evidence in the action J-E Oberreiter, (dup.) vs. Haos Redro Holdings, Tumbo Industries, Dr. Johae Ha, et al

---

((Arch PM'd me to say Simmer's out, due to lack of time.))

((Simmer is for all intents and purposes, dead.))

((Slim, Gunny, and Prime are all critically injured.))

((Ned, Jed and Shin are still missing.))

((The Hivnuas plant and its demon-spawn are likewise deceased.))

((TNW and Jane are pretty much no-worse-for-the-wear.))

((The dropboat is pretty much destroyed, except TNW managed to save the ascender stage (a short-range lifter pod that will get them far enough away from the object to get picked up by a dropship, if they were able to call for such.)))

((They don't know what they are supposed to do, beyond searching for the mysterious Ãœbergeist, (and their missing friends) and caring for the wounded.))

((@Syntac: The drone was quoting someone.))

((@Plague Bringer: Yes, mostly scifi and comics; not published yet.))

((@Kaleo: An obscure volume of a scholarly work largely unheeded in the Querulous pocket-omiverse. But someone knew where they were going and what they might face.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Kaleo on January 12, 2009, 02:48:39 am

((@player1: Have you read any Alfred Bester?))

"Shit!" Said Jane, "Ohshitohshitohshitohshit!"

She looked at the crisp, burnt and somehow nauseatingly appetizing husk that was Simmer's corpse, and then looked back to TNW.

"He had our orders on him, didn't he?" He asked her.

"No. They're in his case by the weapon crate."

"Ok. You see to Slim, Gunny and Prime. See how they are, and see if you can call for a medivac on your shortwave." He commanded. "I'll see to these orders."

Jane ran to where Prime lay first. Poor kid. He was the one out of the group she didn't detest. He was unconscious, but relatively unharmed. This was a problem, however, because if he had a concussion it could be all over for him if she couldn't get in contact with a medivac. He must have hit his head on a rock as he fell. She took off her jacket, rolled it up and placed it under his head like a pillow and saw to Gunny.

He had his eyes tight shut, but was conscious and muttering death threats to Haos Redro under his breath. He was lucky that TNW had kicked the thing off his face before it could do to him what it did to Slim.

"Where are you hurt?" She asked him.

"Everwhere!" Gunny opened his eyes and looked around. He couldn't see much from where he lay, but what he could see was Simmer's barbecued corpse and Slim, lying unconscious with a face full of blood.

"Shit." He looked Jane in the eyes and said in calm, commanding tones, "Forget me, see if Slim is alright. God, Jane, please make him alright."

Jane looked at Gunny bewildered. She had thought that he hated Slim. Instead, he had tears forming in his eyes.

"Please, see to him. I'll be fine."

"Your right arm and leg are broken."

"Just see to him!"

She went and knelt by Slim. He was lying in a pool of his own blood, but alive, breathing and with a steady heartbeat. His gruesome head wound had stopped bleeding, but she tore a piece of cloth from her sleeve and tied it around his head. He would be alright, she hoped. She went to sit by Terrible North Wind, who was busy reading through Simmers briefcase, and tried to get the shortwave beacon working.

Nothing.

Fuck.

How could this be happening. It was a nightmare, it must be! She would wake up soon, and everything would be back to normal.

But, as if reading her thoughts, TNW said, without looking up from his reading, "It's not a nightmare, and your not going to wake up."

---

((Well, here's how it stands:))

((TWN and Jane are, for the most part, fine. A wee bit of psychological scarring, but physically unharmed but for a couple of cuts and bruises on Jane's part.))

((Slim will live, but he's going to be in pain for a long time.))

((Gunny is getting himself some makeshift splints.))

((Prime is still unconscious, but will live.))

((And is anyone playing Jed and Ned and Shin?))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Plague Bringer on January 12, 2009, 12:14:03 pm

((Ooh, so, someone read off our orders as TNW, eh?))
((Perhaps, Ned, Jed, and Shin will be found in a later act. Maybe captured by the UG or an OM. Or, maybe no one will ever take any of them up.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Syntac on January 12, 2009, 08:13:25 pm

((Kaleo: TNW not TWN, I think.)

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Kaleo on January 13, 2009, 10:46:43 am

- To: Jesu-Esau Oberreiter ~ j-e-oberreiter@hr.corpmail.int
- From: Director Of Immoral Opperations

=For your eyes only!=

<Begin message>

Mr. Oberreiter,

The following are your orders upon planetfall. The areas specified are the only that should be relayed onto the squad accompanying you. This operation is top secret, so please be careful that no-one sees this document. We would prefer not to have to liquidate a valuable asset such as yourself.

The Haos Redro board has authorized the Immoral Operations department to perform this mission, under the condition that those involved (excluding you, of course), are terminated upon the completion of the assignment. We realise that the termination of a drone of Terrible North Wind's quality will be a dent on company assets, so we ask you to reclaim the AI chip from him upon termination if possible.

The orders you are currently permitted to relay to your team are as follows:

> There is an abandoned Haos Redro complex on the planet. The facility was shut down
> after research being conducted there was deemed too costly to be kept running. You
> are too enter the facility and reclaim data on the Ubergeist, a central Overmind, that
> was being studied there at the time. Once the data is in Mr. Oberreiter's possession,
> you must place Haos Redro Corporation Clonenodes in the facilities barracks and begin
> printing Ked Ambrit copies. New orders will be sent to Mr. Oberreiter upon completion
> of this simple task.

Instructions on how to terminate the squad will be sent upon request.

       Kewlait Heraios
                Director Of Immoral Operations

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Plague Bringer on January 13, 2009, 12:26:16 pm

((Is that for our characters to read? Do we know we're going to be terminated?))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Kaleo on January 13, 2009, 12:43:34 pm

((That's basically what TNW has read. He would've relayed it onto Jane and the other conscious survivors (but I'll let p1 do that.))

((They would've been terminated, had the plan not gone tits-up and Simmer got deep fried. Now they must get the data on the Ubergeist and get back to a Democratic planet with the evidence that could shut down Haos Redro.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Minor Interruption
Post by: player1 on January 14, 2009, 06:51:56 pm

((Sorry, I got busy with life.))

((Will devote some time to this tomorrow-ish.))

((So, is everybody still in? And does anybody wanna play the missing characters? I was thinking of a "Meanwhile... on the far side of the planetoid..." scenario.))

((Also, when is the best time to get "together" to play, discuss, collaborate?))

((OK, updates to follow SOON.))

((:P))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Hendrich on January 14, 2009, 10:43:10 pm

Its the same nightmare, every time when I fall unconscious.

"You still alive?"

The moon was shining on my face as my back was on the wet grass, I tried to ignore her as long as I can, but I knew what happens if I did that for too long. I tried not to stare at her face, her skin was flawless as the moon itself and gave a healthy glow. She had long, born hair that neatly went down to her shoulders, and it seemed healthy. I really didn't want to answer her, as her questioned scared me a little. I mean, who the hell asks something like that? Well, she wanted a reason, but I'll have to make it simple so she won't spark a conversation.

"Yea."

She smiled at me and laughed a bit which made my stomach churn and my head wobble. I wish I could've just pulled out my pistol and gave her a nice good whack with it, and probably stick a bullet inside that sick mind of hers, but no, I don't want to compromise my safety just yet. Besides, I'm sure she knows that I wouldn't escape fast enough, so the thought of me being under her finger must've put her into a happier mood then usual. She kept eying me, smiling as if waiting something to happen, so I got suspicious and kept my guard up. She then grabbed my hand, I could still remember how smooth and soft her hand was. She looked me in the eyes, I knew it but I kept looking the other way like an idiot.

"I love you."

"So did that alien I killed a month ago."   

She moved away from me, surprised as if I would've said such an inappropriate thing. Obviously shes juts pretending that I'm a nice guy gone bad, keeping her own little fantasy in check. She looked at me, hurt. I looked at her and sneered. She kept her head low looking like she was going to cry. Aw, did she wanna kiss me and afterward we'll marry in a castle happily ever after? Bullshit, welcome to reality, bitch. But I won't talk shit to her now, the only way I could do that safely was to get her close to death, defenseless. I can't wait to see her eyes finally showing fear, the realization that she'll have to pay for what she has done and that she can't always have her own way. If Nell'ura is going to have to make her suffer, I'll gladly introduce Nell'ura to her- while burning she burns in hell.

"Goodnight Vakyre."

"My name is Prime, can't your puny brain compute that simple name correctly?"

Her eyes started to water and she ran away, crying. I didn't care, why should I? Shes the reason why I'm in this shithole that she calls 'The safest haven on Oracle'.

"Hey!"

She turned back to me, with hope in her eyes, probably thinking I got a change of heart.

"Come back when you gain a few IQ points, you ugly fuck."

Wow, that did the trick, she ran and I'm sure she won't come back until morning, looking for me. I looked around my surroundings, I was in a huge forest that seemed to be full of life, but I knew trees became extinct on this planet 10 000 cycles ago. I was sitting on a hill wet from dew, and I stared at a lake sparkling with clean water as the sun rose from it's sleep.behind me, not so far from the forest was the Mytella re' soona, or  the temple of birth, which resembled more like a castle then a proper temple. But then again, supposedly this is where our first prophet was born, so of course it looks fancy. I saw a rock that was hiding under the grass beneath my feet, so I decided to pick it up and throw it at the sun. It didn't go very far as the rock hit the force shield and disintegrated into pieces, which made me feel like a rat in a cage.

Strange though, I know this is a dream that took place after that ugly slug/bat took a piece of my head and my leg, so I won't be able to move properly for awhile until TNW manages to fix up my leg. Hes pretty good at doing that now, considering how he was the one who kept breaking my legs until now. Meh, I see no reason to freak out, as everybody in this dream wouldn't believe me that all of this was fake, as fake as this pretty lil' forest. I do know that 11 cycles after this day is when that drone would help me break out of this prison,  how nice of him, even though he was part of the reason why I'm here.

Great, now I have her face stuck in her mind, I don't feel so good....

I ran to some bushes and barfed for a while, rinsed my mouth with the water and sat back down. her face, her body, its so perfect that it seems unnatural in a sick way. Now I know why I feel as if Jane is a walking piece of shit, but this will also mean the chances of me not having a partner and being gay has risen through the roof. Well, maybe not gay, as my shitty religion forbids that and the consequence is death, wheres the justice in that?

"Comon TNW, just wake me out of this dream, I don't want to spend any more time here."

Whats the use? I know that my other teammates won't let him near me in my condition, but TNW knows about my nightmares so he'll find a way to wake me up. Usually in states like these, I would sleep for cycles, which is bullshit.   

I looked up at the sky muttering to myself what would happen if Null'era didn't choose me. Then me and TNW would still be shoving crates to dropshits, heh, dropships for crap credits, and maybe my father would still be alive.

I felt the warmth of the sun of my face, as I heard footsteps coming towards me, I knew it was her again and she brought company.

Maybe.
 

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Kaleo on January 15, 2009, 05:03:06 am

((Did you mean to write that in the colour for Shin, or Slim (as you did).))

((I'm assuming you meant Shin, because, well, Slim is a fat, drunk pilot, and incidentally, a man.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Kaleo on January 15, 2009, 05:27:22 am

The Ubergeist watched. Unfortunately the Hivnuas plant had jeopardized the Ubergeist's monitoring of the pinkskins. It would have to lure them to a more suitable spot to monitor them.

The Installation.

Long ago, the Ubergeist had learned to tap itself into the computer systems of the pinkskins, and could use it to spy and control. This installation was completely intact. Due to the direct proximity of the Ubergeist, it had been able to grow it's tendrils through the walls and out of sight of the pinkskin residents. It had sent false orders to them and lured them to it. It had devoured every last one of them.

They were, all of them, dead.

Yet again, the Ubergeist thought: "Bring them to me."

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Hendrich on January 15, 2009, 06:37:04 am

((Damnit! I accidentally used the color purple, argh! Fixed. Anyways, make moar.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Kaleo on January 15, 2009, 08:01:35 am

((Blue is Simmer, who is dead.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Hendrich on January 16, 2009, 02:54:57 am

((Its Navy, why am I getting this wrong? :P))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Dreamy Interlude
Post by: player1 on January 16, 2009, 06:40:05 am

"... and you're not gonna wake up," I said. "Here, read this."

I went over to look at what remained of our squad. Three wounded losers, laying on makeshift cots. And just beyond the jerry-rigged lean-to Jane and I had built, a single, lonely HR Holdings Memorial Marker, showing the final resting place of one particular iteration of Jesu-Esau Oberreiter.

I looked down at the three figures laying on the cots. Prime's eyelids were twitching like he was dying behind them. Not again.

"Jane, get your bag. Prime needs to wake up right now, or he never will again. She has returned."

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Kaleo on January 16, 2009, 08:14:30 am

((The suspence is killing me. I'd post my (Jane's) part, but I'm posting from my phone.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Kaleo on January 16, 2009, 11:24:07 am

((Yay! Back at my computer!))

Those fucking backstabbers. After all she'd done for them, after all she was doing and was going to do for them, they planned to kill her, and not only her, everyone else on this fuck-awful planet too. There were kids with them. Prime was barely sixteen, and Shin couldn't have been much older.

"I cannot believe this! I knew they were twisted, but a whole 'Immoral Operations' department?"

"Jane! Get your bag and wake up Prime, now!"

Terrible North Wind sounded urgent. Who was "she"? How could she be back? Nevertheless, Jane hurried over to her bag and took out two long disposable syringes of pure adrenaline.

"Jane!"

Jane rushed back over to where Prime lay and placed her hand on his head. He was hot, but not sweating. This looked bad. She and TNW removed Prime's shirt and carried him into the light of the lamp in the lean-to. Jane took the wrapper off one of the syringes and jabbed it into his chest next to his heart, and pumped the liquid into his body. Primes hands and legs began moving, not twitching, which was a good sign. She put the other syringe down and began to perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

After almost thirty seconds, Prime began coughing and spluttering. He slowly opened his eyes and looked from Jane to TNW.

"She's back."

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: Are We Still Playing?
Post by: player1 on January 18, 2009, 08:03:02 am

Just at that point, one of the other two began muttering to himself...

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Kaleo on January 18, 2009, 10:26:19 am

((I think it's about time we moved on into the Facility. player1, would you like to set the scene?))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: player1 on January 18, 2009, 08:54:16 pm

((No problem. I'll compose something tonight or tomorrow.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Kaleo on January 24, 2009, 11:56:11 pm

~Open report: Al-Minak facility shutdown - 05|03|5413

WARNING: Report locked.
WARNING: Level 12 access required.
--- SCANNING ---
--- SCANNING ---
--- SCANNING ---
WARNING: Level 12 access detected.
WARNING: Full document access granted.
--- Welcome to Haos Redro restricted document No. 837, Director ---


Begin Report
The inquiry into the closure of the research facility on Al-Minak 3 has been called off by the board of directors. They, no doubt, do not want unauthorised personnel snooping into the affairs of Immoral Operations. The official story for the press, was that studies on sentient flora had been completed and that the facilities personnel had been sent home, and that, unfortunately, their transport suffered a fatal drive error and opened all airlocks killing all passengers.

The facility was closed after a subject outbreak occurred. All personnel at the facility were killed by the xenomorphs within a few hours, and a substantial amount of collected data was unable to be sent. Studies were continued on a more controlled planet, but the primary subject, the Ubergeist, was unable to be directly monitored. At the moment, we do not believe that there is much important data in the Al-Minak facility to warrant a retrieval party, but we will keep an open mind on this matter.

The personnel lost included four full families (two parents and two or three children), eight couples and thirteen singles. This amounts to about thirty-nine people killed in the incident. The facility was equipped with ample housing for fifty people, a hydroponics facility, spacious living areas, entertainment centers and extensive laboratories. Personnel were advised not to leave the facility, as there were hostile organisms on the surface of the planet. We believe that they may have used the shuttle landing platform for recreational purposes.

The facility was subterranean for defensive and security purposes, and was organised into three sections; living, maintenance and science.

The living section contained housing, recreation, entertainment, the infirmary and food preparation and storage.
The maintenance section contained the facilities fusion reactor, the hydroponics facility and storage, along with the entrances to the access ducts throughout the facility.
The science section was located in the sub-basement of the facility. It was restricted to scientists only. Other personnel (engineers, children etc.) were NOT permitted there. This section included labs, test chambers, and the holding house for the Ubergeist.


--- END OF SECTION ONE ---

((I'll do section two later today.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Hendrich on February 16, 2009, 03:34:21 am

[File Name: Hello and Goodbye]
[Filetype: Ambradobs text Pariah Personal file_.atpp]
[Location: Generic Storage Device #3521]
[Date: Unknown]

//start//
This is it. The day that I get to shine in this trash heap, seven years of work has led me to this moment. Man, I', sweating, but the suspense is overwhelming me. Have you ever felt like this before? Standing near people who could either change your life for the better or to wreck it if you messed up? Well, hope not, because its intense, the fact that these 11 men, heads of the AM facility could be my ticket out of here, and to a road to bigger things.

My name is professor Vallance Corax, but friends calls me Vance. As I always tell you, I work at the Al-Minak Research and Development of Biological Studies (AMRaDoBS, or Amradobs for short) here at Vector 4, a small planetoid where the real minds behind the military can help humanity- in peace from the media and it's clueless fans who believe every lie the media spurts out. People, outsiders, the rats that dominates this world and consume every resource it has. They are merely infants on a high chair, demanding more apple sauce on their platter when they already have some, and becomes suspicious when we hand it to them. They slap the hand that feeds them yet demand more and more, the only way to keep them at bay from corruption is to contain them yet they don't understand and complain about it.

People, thats why I despise them so much, and why I'm always displeased with myself. I want to be something, not some toy that the government expects to walk when they turn my screw.
 
(http://ww1.prweb.com/prfiles/2006/04/03/367627/PointOfInsanity.jpg)

Atleast you understand, yes, you were always there with me even when I had noone else to look for comfort. Who was there when my father abused me? Who was there when they forced me to go to military school? Who was there when they took away my mother then replaced her as if she was an object? Noone. Noone, but you.

The walls, they always seem to talk to me. "Help! Help! Help me! Please!" Their victim's scream for death as the cruel walls smile away, thinking to themselves "We are unstoppable". Who listens to the screams instead of the walls? ME. Who was the genius who invented life? ME. Who has created God himself? ME! ME! ME! I smile victoriously at the heads, I can hear their fears, their heartbeats, their souls. For once in my life, I have all the cards, I can kill them right now and they know it, as they sit down on their chairs lazily without any idea of what I'm capable of.

I made quite an impression here, but then again, I was born here. Raised. And the time I was born was the time I have died. My tears, you are the only one who wipes them. You are the only one who loves me for who I am, and you would do anything for me and I thank you for your love. My quest is almost done- I can feel it. Soon you and I will laugh at the world as we raise our glasses at the sun, victorious. One of the head master's neck is sweating from the heat of the room and unfortunately that won't taste good after I'm done. I know I am a God- no, only I am god himself. Who else can notice the slightest things in life yet use them as the ultimate weapon?

They all think I'm crazy, but you and I know that it's called genius. They all think I'm normal, but we know I'm immortal. They are the blind ones, all of them. On earth, in Amradobs, everywhere. The children, the mothers, the thieves, the murderers and the saints- they all will rot in hell if I don't complete heaven in time. Everything is a blur, but now I'm showing them my greatest creation, my children, my work, YOU. Look at yourself, everything is perfect. Your body, your face, your eyes, whether your a man or woman I would make love to you, whether your ugly or pretty I would call you beautiful, whether you sinned or not, I would still forgive you. Do you see now that I am God? I have and am everything it takes to be one- and more.

My presentation is complete. They fell for it as I predicted, and I show them graciousness for I will take more credit then I deserve in the future. They say I'll change the course of humanity- the first man to create life without DNA from other species or from cloning. I smile. I pretend to be nervous, the nerdy one who looks ugly and can never find a partner. The one who plays games all the time, slacks off yet becomes a genius. With low expectations I can get away with even more, and with that in hand I can easily save humanity without being blamed for it.

They say it was a conspiracy from the government, or form terrorists or from another dimension.

They would never know that it was from a god with a dream, a god angered by humanity and decide to take it down for the good of it's future.

He will die, she will die, but you. YOU will live. I will live. But the first ones who will not be able to live to see the dawn of a new age will be the people in this building. I have no intention of leaving here- physically. But my mind will stay, and my body will create life for you.

I smile. I laugh happily. I get a pat on the back by my supervisor on a job well done.

I grab my orange canister and packets of custom DNA that will give birth to the future and put in in my steel case.

On top of the case, in shining bold letters reads "TREMERE". This is what I'll name you, this is who you'll be- my child.

I walk away, talking about the plans for this projects. The time I left that room is the time I no longer was Vance.

I became a god. I became just like you.

I never was so happy in my life.
//end//


((Please don't let this RP die.  :'())

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Plague Bringer on February 17, 2009, 12:17:09 pm

"Bring them to me."
...
...
"Bring them to me."
...
...

Gunny opened his eyes, but he didn't know that he did. He was numb all over, and was submerged in a pitch darkness.

"They are here.."

His head was pounding. Absolutely pounding. Like a million tyrants were charging through the little corridors in his mind. His breathing was fast, and shallow, and his heartbeat could outdo any marauder in a race right now.
He tried to speak, to call out to someone in the darkness, but all he could get is a little whine; Like a dying alien. Those motherfuckers; They must have gotten to us. He could barely here himself think. He heard whispers in his head, voices, static, white noise.

"They are here.."
...
...

"Bring them to me.."
...
...

"Bring him to me.."
...
...

((Okay, so the way I see it is we can cover our leave of absence by saying we were attacked by aliens, dragged to wherever, and in a coma for a month. We were sustained by cute little robots that were never shut down when the humans abandoned the planet.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Kaleo on February 18, 2009, 07:07:19 am

"Well, looks like we're stuck here for a while."

Jane dropped here bag on the floor of the inner airlock of the Facility and walked out to help TNW bring in the injured. He stared into the airlock.

"Something bad happened in there." He said without emotion.

"It's fine," Said Jane. "They closed it down due to costs. It said so in Slimmer's orders, didn't it?"

"Yeah, but I still say something bad happened in there."

Jane bent over and picked up one end of Gunny's stretcher.

"Wind."

Terrible North Wind drew his eyes from the airlock and looked at Gunny.

"Help me move him, Wind."

He bent down and picked up his end of the stretcher and carried Gunny in.

They spent about fifteen minutes moving everything into the airlock, cycling and opening it on the other side only to find that the pressure and atmosphere were the same.

Except that it was cold. It was very, very cold. Jane shivered.

"It's so cold."

"10 degrees Celsius."

"Let's see if we can't get the power back on."

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Syntac on March 14, 2009, 03:07:13 am

In his pain-induced sleep, Slim shuddered.

...

He was walking back from school. The derisive shouts of the older children echoed after him...they never, ever stopped. So he was the chunkiest kid in town. What of it?

"Oh Slim, were the big boys teasing you again?" came the soothing voice of his mother.

Slim burst into tears and ran to her arms. At that moment, she dissolved into a huge plant with a slobbering mouth and writhing tentacles. Screaming, Slim was picked up and tossed down the vile gullet...

...

((I really need to put my emo-ness to good use.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Syntac Return
Post by: player1 on March 18, 2009, 10:25:52 am

((Welcome back.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Syntac on March 18, 2009, 09:17:35 pm

((Thanks p1. :)))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Amanieu on March 19, 2009, 02:46:13 am

((*hugs* Syntac))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Syntac on March 21, 2009, 04:51:19 am

((And thanks to you too, Amanieu. *man-hug*
On a side note, GET FUCKING WRITING BITCHES!!))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Plague Bringer on March 24, 2009, 12:39:10 am

Gunny woke. Shot straight up, dripping solid, icy beads of sweat.

"Fuck."

He glanced around. He was on a stretcher, and the others were around him. Except for TNW and Jane.

Gunny twisted his neck, cracking the bones, and proceeded to get up and stretch, inducing more cracking and popping. Behind him was a box of weapons in front of a large airlock.

It was cold.

He reached into the box, and dug around until he felt the grip on a Tumbo 66. He loaded up on ammo. Grabbing spare clips and hooking them on to his belt. They rattled around. Nearly every one of them had shots used up.

Upon closer inspection of the room, he noticed an intricate maze of vents and pipes above him.

He remembered his time served on Karith station. It was a routine patrol. He made his way to what the team called the nest. It was a dark room with a staircase. It led to an exterior balcony. He could smell it before he even entered the door. There was blood on the walls, like something had been dragged up them into the small ventilation shaft. There was a body hunched against a support pillar in the room. On the wall in front of him, "DON'T TRUST THE VENTS" was written in a messy, bloody fashion.

"Don't trust the vents." he muttered to himself, keeping his rifle on the maze above him.

He sat next to the box, waiting for Jane and TNW to get back.
Waiting patiently.
Quietly.
For those motherfuckers to come screaming through the vents.
He heard scratching, and the *tink tink tink* of little clawed feet on metal.

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Hendrich on March 26, 2009, 02:06:33 am

My head fucking hurts, where the hell am I? All I see is blackness, I can't feel or smell anything but pain. I don't know where I'm hurting, which is weird but its bothersome.

Pain, its your best friend. Pain is always there to tell you that you're in danger, and is loyal to you to the bitter end.

What? Whos there? Where am I? What the hell is going on?

I can help you Vakyre, you and I will become one.

What do you want from me?

You have no future, do you? Look at you compared to the others, you're not as strong as Gunny, or as versatile as Jane. Not even useful or resourceful as TNW, actually to the contrary, I think you're just a waste of space.A Ken clone will atleast take orders without whining like a child, all you were, are, and will always be my little pet. The best you can do is become a finishing touch to my collection, but that means we can still be together forever.


Woah, you just went there.

Your not going to survive, your death is imminent, simply put. But thats why I chosen you over them, Vakyre. Your like a child, so easy to mold into something....greater- and thats why you're here. The second you decided to put your unworthy feet onto my jewel, you were already dead.

Holy shit, I must've been high before this nightmare.

Your ignorance is a luxury, I'll give you that, but you seem to under-estimate me. Maybe I should convince you....

TNW drugged me so he could rape me while I'm sleeping, that sneaky son of a bitch!

Ignoring me with stupid comments isn't going to help you. I'll show you a fine example of my potential, your attitude is in no way thanking me for what I have offered to you. But your plea for mercy will be rewarding soon after.

Okay, thats it, now I'm absolutely positive I'm dreaming. Fuck you, goodbye, you can't exist if I don't believe in you.

Oh, its not me you'll have to test your belief in.

Umm, What? I don't understand what the hell your talking about.

You will, in time, now wake up.

Wake up.

Wake up!

WAKE UP!

Gunny slammed his fist into Prime's face to get him to open his eyes. Prime shoved Gunny away, snapping back to tend to his injury.

I said wake up, you lazy shit!

Ow, that hurt!

Prime continued to rub his chin as Gunny dragged himself back to his stretcher, his groaned as he pulled himself on top. Gunny turned to face Prime, his eyes bloodshot and he was shaking violently.

What do you want?

I had the worst nightmare ever, see, I was in this room and there was this vent, but-

You woke me up just because you want to explain your dream? 

Well, umm, you haven't heard the rest of it, see-

'And then John turned into a zombie, The End'. Now wheres Jane and TNW?

But-

Gunny, look at you. Your like, trembling all over, and god your eyes, its like you shoved tomato juice in them. Just calm down, relax but more importantly, shut up. I couldn't care less.

Gunny lied back, and stared at the wall, still shaking off what he had just experienced. His face was full of suspicion as he darted his eyes from all corners of the room as Prime checked the time on his watch.

Fucking thing, it must've broke when we got attacked. Hey Gunny, got the time? No wait, nevermind, here take these.

Prime took out two pills out of a pod he had taken out, and offered it to Gunny.

Sleeping pills, they'll help you relax.

Gunny darted his eyes at the pills, grabbing them furiously and stuffing them in his mouth. He continued to tremble, but less violently as he held his stomach.

God, how long were we sleeping? Is this where those two ditched us?

Prime looked around and noticed a repeater with a box of weapons near him with several turrets.The repeater made a low hum as the turrets stood still.

Well, atleast they left us with defense.    

But will that be enough?

Oh crap, that wasn't a dream!

Its time to start, watch your back. You never know what can happen, Vakyre.

What are you gonna do you crazy bi-

Suddenly, Gunny threw himself out of the stretcher, wheezing loudly and trembling. He threw up blood on the floor and his eyes were moving everywhere.

Holy shit!

Kill him.

Gunny's head aimed for the box of weapons near the repeater where TNW left for them. Gunny started crawling for the box, smiling demonically and wheezing towards it. Prime's only thoughts were to get those weapons away from Gunny, as his drastic change of behavior was a familiar sign that she had fueled him with the lust to kill. As Prime ran to the box passing Gunny, Gunny lunged his head at Prime's ankle and bit it- hard.

Ahhhh! Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck! Let gooooooooaAAH!

Prime feel screaming while Gunny dragged himself on Prime, grabbing for Primes neck and tightening his grip. Prime was in arm's reach of the box, and stuck his hand in and took out a steel shiv. Prime stabbed the shiv into Gunny collar bone, but Gunny continued this strangle without hindering his grip. Prime decided to cut Gunny's hands, and Gunny had to let go, while screaming in pain. In the split second of freedom, Prime, rolled to safety and dropped the shiv so he could whip out his pistol from his belt and aimed it at Gunny.

Gunny, its me, Prime! Don't listen to her!

Gunny stared at Prime with hungry eyes, his mouth was stuck in a twisted smile.

One of us will have to die, Vakyre. You're nothing more then a broken tool.

Gunny, goddammit, listen to me! Fight against her, I know you're stronger then this!

Gunny laughed as he took the box and threw it's contents at Prime, temporarily blinding Prime's sight. A Tumbo 66 fell from the box near Gunny and Gunny looked at it and knew what he had to do. He made a grab at it and aimed at Prime's head.

You, Prime. You came out of the vent, you were trying to kill me, it true, its all fucking true! Don't trust the vents, don't trust the vents, don't trust the vents.....
Gunny chanted the verse over and over again while he shot single bullets at different parts of Prime, laughing manically. He dragged himself up to prime and lifted the gun to his head.

You know this feeling I'm having, Prime? This is the feeling of happiness, pleasure, joy! And I'm going to enjoy it, lets see what makes you tick inside, Prime. I don't need legs to kill you, all I need is steel.

Indeed, it is the thrill and adrenaline of war, that what fuels the warrior to fight and what weakens the victim. Embrace the pain, Prime, embrace it now...

Gunny gave one more insane look on Prime as Prime poured tears out of his eyes.

The looks of fear is beautiful on your face Prime, now die and make me feel complete, COMPLETE!

This is it, Vakyre. Enjoy Gunny's gift of eternal rest. 

Gunny suddenly stopped his movements, he grabbed onto his head, fighting off his emotions while Prime watched, writhing in pain being unable to speak with a bullet lodged in this mouth. Every breath Gunny took was a struggle, and his right hand was punching the floor until it bled.

Get the fuck out of my mind!

I'm not controlling you, I'm just allowing your heart to do as it wishes without your conscious holding you back. It is my gift, a gift of freedom so no longer will you regret your actions as now you'll do what makes you human. I have seen your past and I understand you, is this not what you want?

I feel like I'm going to die!

Hahaha, Your not used to this, are you? Thats what you think you're feeling, but for once in your life your actually living. Do it Gunny, don't trust the vents, remember?

Gunny spat out blood from his mouth, trembling in pain.

I remember clearly, but I know that was just a dream and he wasn't the one who came out of it. You're not going-

This has gone long enough.

A high pitched buzzing emitted from the room, sounding from all over the building, alerting everything in it. Gunny,  stopped trembling and stood still. He then snapped back into position and his smile came back on like a mask. He turned to Prime and aimed his gun one last time, hesitating, then squeezed the trigger.     

((I just realized I started to phail somewhere in the beginning, I think I kinda made another character. Oh well, doesn't matter, do what Syntac says or noone will get cake after this is done.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Kaleo on March 26, 2009, 09:55:45 am

"Well. That's that."

The installation vibrated for a few seconds before the lights came on.

"Should we poke around some more before heading back to the entrance and moving everything into the living quarters?"

Jane picked up her pack from a table and began scanning her eyes across the walls and various computer stations in the room. There had to be a pump here somewhere. She needed to get the water out of here in case it somehow shorted the generator.

"Wind, you think there's a pump here somewhere?"

He was looking at the ceiling. "There's something up there."

"Yeah. The fucking pipes."

"No. Something alive." He continued staring.

Jane gave him a blank look. "You're paranoid."

TNW picked up his Tumbo-88X Pulse Rifle, pointed it to a blank wall and, without looking, fired a shot. The blast echoed a bit around the room. When it had gone, Jane could hear feint scuttling around in the roof.

"No, I'm not. I'm really not."

Jane picked up her Tumbo-66 and flicked off the safety.

"It's ok. Whatever it is, I doubt it will attack us. Or at least, not anytime soon. There was a pump switch over there, by the way." He indicated to a small red panel on the wall by the door.

Jane put down her rifle while still looking at the roof. She looked back at TNW. "You better be fucking sure."

TNW walked to the panel and initiated the pump. "It's fine. Now let's get back to the entrance to move everything somewhere more homely."

((Wow, Hendrich. That was confusing :P))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Plague Bringer on March 26, 2009, 12:13:33 pm

((So.. Is Prime dead? Was THAT a dream? What's going on with Gunny? Is my character possessed? A splinter in the team's foot, now?))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Amanieu on March 26, 2009, 12:37:13 pm

(( Note that Hendrich did not specify when Gunny was aiming at when he fired, so it could have been anything: Prime, Gunny (suicide), something in the vents, etc ))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Syntac on March 28, 2009, 04:33:23 am

((Hendrich: ...the fuck?
Mind you, that was quality literature.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: mooseberry on March 28, 2009, 05:53:42 am

ded

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Plague Bringer on March 29, 2009, 03:00:23 am

Agreed.

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Kaleo on March 30, 2009, 09:02:12 am

((Well, Gunny can't be dead, since his player didn't kill him off.))

((Nightmare perhaps?))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Plague Bringer on March 30, 2009, 12:43:52 pm

((I had a nice big thing planned for Gunny.))

((Then it died.))

((I think he meant the thread, though.))

Title: Re: The First Tremulous RP: A Simple Insertion
Post by: Jet~ on March 30, 2009, 03:54:05 pm

((Well if Prime is dead then it is unfortunate. I am also wondering what is enslaving Gunny's mind))

((Keep it up with the content, its good stuff))