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Post by PanicInWonderland on Aug 14, 2017 16:04:40 GMT -5
Mikhail shook his head, and started making his way back to the bridge. The UGC was pushing them to start operations, and he wasn't sure if his skeleton crew was ready. They needed some heavy hitters, and some heavier thinkers. He had a few leads of where to get them, but whatever he picked first is what they would see his operation as. Either as one of science, or military might.
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Post by sorry on Aug 14, 2017 17:55:04 GMT -5
Ahhhh, sorry, this got kicked off my participated list xP If anyone is open I have a character open for roleplay)
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Post by Artemis Moon on Aug 14, 2017 19:04:33 GMT -5
Nova began repairs on the leak in the hull, occasionally muttering complaints beneath her breath. At least her shift was nearing its completion. This brought her some happiness, and she was already planning how she'd spend her off-time. Probably by chasing her favorite ball around her room.
Gazlow resumed their patrol, always on the lookout for any breaches in security. Their job was rather boring, as violators tended to be uncommon, but they always managed to keep a wide grin on their face. Whether it was optimism, or something else, was unclear to most.
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Post by Artemis Moon on Aug 16, 2017 2:16:44 GMT -5
Seated at a control panel on the ship's bridge was Nebula. Her hands were clasped beneath her chin and her lavender eyes were clouded in what appeared to be deep contemplation. The last few hours, or whatever counted as a day, had trudged by slowly and deliberately. She disliked the languidity and tried to keep herself busy whenever, and however possible. But there was only so much that could be done, or prepared for, until the crew was ready.
Elsewhere...
There was nothing but the void. Black. Complete. Comforting. No feelings or sensations. No memories. No thoughts. Just a reassuring, blank nothingness.
The peaceful world was abruptly invaded by a blinding, bright whiteness.
Strange words from unknown beings, fragmented and barely distinguishable. "...subject is waking up!" "...how much sedative..." "...enough to kill a..."
As the unwelcome, piercing light drove itself through the subject's eyes and skull, it brought about wave after wave of shooting pain and disorientation, followed by nausea. The subject could hardly make any sense of these surroundings. Could barely even think.
There was a dull thud as the subject unconsciously reached up and struck one of the beings square in the face, followed by the sound of the person crumpling to the floor.
Cries of surprise, and anger. A sudden, sharp jab somewhere. Sensations of burning, followed by cool numbness, and then nothing as the subject slipped back in the glorious, empty void.
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Post by PanicInWonderland on Aug 16, 2017 3:19:55 GMT -5
Flux zipped up to the pit, stopping to float just off from Nebula. "How are you doing, captain? Staring off into the void for long periods of tone has adverse effects." His 'voice' as it were could be more felt than heard.
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Post by Artemis Moon on Aug 16, 2017 3:36:15 GMT -5
Nebula turned slowly upon hearing the voice, "I am well aware of that, Flux." Her tone was somewhat impassive, but her eyes shone faintly with kindness towards the being of energy. She had witnessed first hand what sort of damaging effects the void could have on a person's mind. The captain's father had fallen prey to it only a few years back, and although he had more or less recovered, he was never the same. Those thoughts were sent away with a light shake of her head, "Have you seen Mikhail lately?" Though she tried to hide behind a mask of professionalism, Nebula was inwardly growing impatient. Hopefully they would be back up and running soon.
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Post by Gold on Aug 16, 2017 3:57:07 GMT -5
Hello, hello. Let me just butt my way in through here... -w- )
Nova's private reverie didn't last, however. Before long, Argus' synthetic voice buzzed over her suit's comms. "Maintaining the vessel's coolant network appears to consume an inefficient and unnecessary amount of time and resources. An overhaul is in order, perhaps?" For him, it was all business. Argus was not on the ship, of course -- he was still aboard Omega, but he did possess the ability to quickly interface with most Initiative assets via ansible, even from several astronomical units away. It was as if Argus was there.
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Post by Artemis Moon on Aug 16, 2017 6:49:27 GMT -5
As the voice announced itself to Nova, the cyborg was only startled for about half a second. She recognized the voice immediately and her furry lips drew back in a grin that was equal parts sardonic and amused, "Yeah, probably so. This is... what? Third or fourth time I've had to mend this blasted thing? I am a scientist. It is not my job to go around and repair this crap. Someone else ought to do it, but the commander-" Nova said with a sneer, "Seems to enjoy putting me to menial tasks." The cy-dog continued to grumble and gripe as she absentmindedly tended to the coolant leak. Fixing it was easy. She could do it in her sleep. No, the problem was that she felt she was above it.
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Post by Gold on Aug 16, 2017 12:27:54 GMT -5
("No, flying is for the help!")
"the efficiency of the Supernova project is compromised," Argus said; it sounded like he agreed. "A dossier of recruit profiles has been prepared for your perusal on your private terminal." At this point, Argus had learned to pick up on vocal intonations, to help determine the mood and susceptibility of an individual. It wasn't perfect, of course, but Argus was reasonably sure that Nova was angry about something, most likely the Initiative's commander. This rivalry would most likely not be beneficial to the overall goals to the project. Unless, perhaps there would be a way to make each other more motivated? Immediately, Argus began running risk projections.
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Post by PanicInWonderland on Aug 16, 2017 16:46:00 GMT -5
Flux shimmered slightly. "The commander has not made his presence known to us today." They felt it was best to drop the topic of the void around Nebula. Staring into space always had it's risks, but there was something about looking into that now starless abyss that held malice. The comfort and wonder of the age old space race was all but forgotten. No good feelings ever came from space anymore.
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Post by Gold on Aug 16, 2017 22:37:31 GMT -5
Is it bad that I have written up a short story about one way this could all end from the point of view of Argus?)
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Post by Artemis Moon on Aug 16, 2017 23:14:33 GMT -5
As Nova listened to Argus, she located and assessed the leak in the hull, and began repairs using a small, pocket proton laser that she herself had made. She shook her head. The device had many extraordinary capabilities, and here she was, yet again, using it to solder something. Such a waste. The cy-dog found herself absentmindedly nodding to the artificial intelligence, even though she knew the AI would be unable to see the gesture, "Yes, thank you Argus." She replied dismissively as she finished repairing the leak.
Nebula gave one small nod, "I see... I suppose he has his reasons. Perhaps he is busy." Probably arguing or exchanging banter with Nova again. Many found it amusing to see the two of them argue, but Nebula viewed it as an incredible waste of time and talent. She didn't fault Mikhail. The commander was just doing his job. However, Nova had a notoriously big ego. The small cyborg would need to overcome that hurdle if they were all to accomplish anything great.
(That's not weird, that's creative. (:
Interesting tidbit - Nova's name, appearance and personality is based off of my dog. She's fun to RP as a character.)
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Post by Gold on Aug 17, 2017 0:38:16 GMT -5
(He got a bit sassy in that story -- not exactly what I intend for him, but I decided to roll with it and write it off as the result of eight million years or so.)
"Coolant pressure stabilized," Argus reported, ringing through Nova's ears. "Risk of reactor heat overload is now merely 13%."
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Post by Artemis Moon on Aug 17, 2017 1:48:38 GMT -5
(Argus is pretty cool. I like him already. I've got a character that has already underwent some changes like that. [Different ones, mind you.] I haven't introduced them yet, but they were taken from another RP and underwent major personality changes due to a lot of time passing. Can't wait to bring them into the RP. :3)
Nova gave a small huff and nod of her head, "Good enough for me." Before walking away, she kicked at the hull and muttered something. More out of habit than anything else. Whenever something broke or failed to operate correctly, even after correcting it, the dog tended to kick it. Rather than risk running into the commander and being handed another menial job, Nova headed for her private sector, "Guess I'll go check out those recruit profiles now."
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Post by PanicInWonderland on Aug 17, 2017 3:04:14 GMT -5
Flux floated in silence for a while, not fully grasping the concept of conversation. They didn't feel the desire to connect to others. That need to be social. "When you are ready, the Commander did give us one mission this cycle. A test flight to Beta_3. The commander once us to pick up replacement parts in case any of the A.I.'s go down."
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Post by Artemis Moon on Aug 17, 2017 3:19:07 GMT -5
Nebula, relieved to finally have a task at hand, gave an affirmative gesture, "Very well. Make any preparations you have need of, and I will alert the crew." Although it wasn't imperative that the mission be taken so soon, Nebula was, well, bored. The mission, however small, was a welcome distraction.
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Post by PanicInWonderland on Aug 17, 2017 3:25:19 GMT -5
Without a word, Flux shot into a nearby panel on the wall. Disappearing and returning to the ship's core.
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Post by Artemis Moon on Aug 17, 2017 3:34:38 GMT -5
Nebula pressed a small button and spoke into the intercom, alerting the ship's budding crew to prepare for departure in what amounted to ten minutes. Afterward, she disposed of the bits of packaging left over from an earlier snack, then settled comfortably into the captain's chair and waited.
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Post by PanicInWonderland on Aug 17, 2017 3:40:53 GMT -5
Mikhail spoke over the Cruiser's intercom, only reaching the cockpit. "Looks like you're heading out already Nebula? I'll have the hanger open in five. I know talking isn't your specialty, as much as hitting is. But do try not to bankrupt us on Beta_3." With that he ordered the other members of logistics to prepare for the launch.
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Post by Artemis Moon on Aug 17, 2017 3:54:28 GMT -5
Nebula sighed into her hand before replying directly to Mikhail, "Affirmative, commander. I shall do my best." She leaned back into the seat and stared blankly upward at the ceiling of the bridge while waiting on the others.
Meanwhile, Gazlow was in pursuit of what appeared to be a stowaway aboard the cruiser. The smaller creature had never before glimpsed anything quite like Gazlow, and ran away squawking in terror every time the guard got anywhere close.
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Post by Artemis Moon on Aug 17, 2017 4:42:19 GMT -5
( Armageddidn't and sorry: The characters are about to leave on the cruiser. Here's a chance for both of you to jump in with your characters, if you're interested.)
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Post by Armageddidn't on Aug 17, 2017 10:38:23 GMT -5
Nepeta unsheathed the claws and silently crept on the top of the cruiser. I hope no one sees me.
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Post by sorry on Aug 17, 2017 10:57:55 GMT -5
Hey guys, I'm gonna have to leave this rp. I really liked the concept of it, don't get me wrong. But I'm in other rps and I feel even if I did get into here somewhere I wouldn't be able to follow the plot. Lots of things are going on, like I'm planning my comic, roleplaying in other threads, and stuff in real life is happening... I'm sorry for leaving, but I might come back! You guys were all great, remember that I am not leaving because of you! If anyone would like to claim Serenity feel free :3 Until then, -Fall
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Post by Armageddidn't on Aug 17, 2017 11:10:00 GMT -5
Bye...
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2017 13:47:15 GMT -5
(i'm here. sorry i haven't started yet just been busy rping other roleplays.)
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Post by Armageddidn't on Aug 17, 2017 16:25:40 GMT -5
Nepeta crouched on top. She was totally invisible(notreally) and hoping no one saw.
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Post by Gold on Aug 17, 2017 22:59:42 GMT -5
Evidently, someone did see Nepeta.
Within her earpiece, Argus' voice buzzed softly. "The exterior of the ship's hull is, statistically, a much more dangerous position to travel in than within the vessel."
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Post by Armageddidn't on Aug 17, 2017 23:02:33 GMT -5
"Exactly!" Nepeta said, smirking. "Danger is my middle name!!"
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Post by Gold on Aug 18, 2017 0:26:14 GMT -5
"Database updated," the AI replied, with absolutely no hint of exasperation or humor. "Your middle name is 'Danger.' Do you plan to enter the ship at any point?"
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Post by Artemis Moon on Aug 18, 2017 1:04:58 GMT -5
(Aw, sorry to hear that, Falling Fortress. But it's fine. See you around. ^^)
(Haha, Argus)
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