RPG: "Bad Guy"

[Arreck]

Here we go, my friends and neighbors...


With the exception of Kek’Tar, each of you has only recently arrived on Flisp. As a matter of fact, you are just now arriving at Kayrekkta, one of the largest travel cities in the galaxy. The city itself is strategically located to be near the ‘hottest’ mining sites of the time, and can be (painstakingly) relocated when these sites change. The air temperature for most of you is practically unbearable. The scent of sulfur is everywhere, and you can see the heat waves coming off of the lava floes.

A quick scan of your surroundings reveals much of the city’s construction. You sit within the central forum of Kayrekkta, a shuttleport city a few hundred miles east of the Cimber Island Chain. This fairly large city floats about 600 feet above a turgid lake of molten rock below. A constant stream of lava slowly creeps down the side of the gigantic volcano, Kraca. The sweltering heat is visible as it rises from the slowly expanding body of magma. As uncomfortable as it is, the extremely high temperature keeps the city afloat, so one must grow to accept it. The central forum is a perfectly circular platform of steel, bordered only by a two-foot tall, decorative wall. The floor is artistically tiled with reddish rocks, all twisting into the center, where an impressive lava fountain spits a fiery pulse upwards, allowing the lava to flow slowly back into the pool around it. The central forum has many branched pathways extruding from its sides. Eight covered tunnels lead to various other sections of the city. Kayrekkta in its entirety is rotationally symmetrical when viewed from above, a myriad of perfectly circular platforms. A great majority of these platforms are devoted to space travel and hangars, and the great gurgling from Kraca is nearly drowned out by the constant whine of air traffic.

You look at the spectacular lava fountain. You notice there are two Ure and a Thelsic having a heated (rimshot) debate of some sort. As you watch, the thelsic seizes one of the Ure by the neck and lifts him off the ground with his tentacles. An expression of anger is clearly visible in all eyes. The captured Ure suddenly vanishes and reappears in his original location. He proceeds to shout at the thelsic. In order to better get your bearings (and out of curiosity), you decide to move closer.

(Each person post a little bit of character development and end with your character arriving at the lava fountain)

[TiJiL]

Kek'Tar (Flispian)
Age: 8 twassecc years (32 dorschian years or 39 flispian years)
Occupation: Vehicular Engineer
Residence: Kinsannak, a mining city on Flisp
Backstory: Kek'Tar is a male flispian. Born to a middle-class family on the Cimber island chain, Kek always had an affinity for all things mechanical, building his first working vehicle at the age of 2 twassecc years. His family was always fairly sheltered from the effects of the war, mostly because their city simply didn't prove much of a target nor a benefit. However, at the age of 5 years, Kek's aunt (whom he held in great regard), was commanded to join a superiority fighter squadron for an attack on the twassecc flagship. She refused vehemently, but was silenced in an instant, quickly mind-controlled and forced to participate in the suicidal attack. As everyone expected, the entire squadron was decimated with no lasting damage inflicted.

Ever since the fateful day when he learned that his tenacious and benevolent aunt lost her life fighting for a cause she didn't believe in while in a state of powerless consciousness, Kek'Tar has been a particular opponent to the war effort, and has had a disgruntled dislike for the Ure in general. While he doesn't want to fight, he does produce spacecraft for use in combat, if only because he enjoys seeing his machines used. (No machine is used so much as an offensive vehicle) Kek'Tar remains a pacifist, tinkering with his inventions and attempting to stay out of confrontations. He does his best to remain unnoticed.

The main reason for this, aside from his blatant dislike for the war, is in his secret friendship with Akiir, a Choeroed vehicular designer he met once on Universal Trade Day. The two secretly contact each other through a theoretically untappable communications technology they developed. Clearly, the Ure and Twasseccs do not take kindly to their lesser allies fraternizing with the enemy, so Akiir and Kek'Tar only contact each other very infrequently.

Kek’Tar lived much of his life in Lekk, the town of his birth. His family was financially secure and lived in an island palace. They worked as a group there and were relatively peaceful and pleased for many years. When he heard of his aunt’s death, however, Kek started to become very introverted and detached from other individuals, considering moving from his hometown. His family convinced him to stay, but he secretly begrudged his decision. He wished to escape the town and seek to understand life and seek passage from hell on his own. His sister married the same year he turned 6. Seeing as how she was the youngest female in his family and last to be married, his parents (as custom dictates) gave to her and her mate their estate. Kek’Tar’s sister invited him to remain living on the island, but Kek used the opportunity to seek his fortunes elsewhere. He moved to the moderately sized hovering city of Kinsannak, which floats over a particularly active fault-line.

Kinsannak relies upon the fault below it for its economic stability. The fault constantly spews lava from very deep within the planet. This lava is rich in deposits of several rare minerals and flispians work to collect the minerals before they are dispersed and mixed to the point at which they are worthless. These minerals are sold for high prices for use in numerous industries around the galaxy. Kek’Tar opted to move to Kinsannak because of its fairly little known presence. The city is not particularly large. Ure transports do come by once or twice per series to collect their tax of these expensive minerals, but other than that, the flispians of Kinsannak are not employed in the war. Kek’Tar figured that an able-bodied flispian such as himself, considering his great affinity with machines, would be drafted if discovered and so he took residence in a city of miners.

Kek’Tar is not what one might call a ‘sporting’ individual. However, he does engage in hobbies. He is a fairly talented pilot and participates in all manner of recreational flying. His personal ship, The Firewall, is a craft he has been working to perfect for years (He considers it his life’s work). Kek’Tar works on ships all day and comes home at night to work on the Firewall for erkers more. The craft is not designed for space flight, but for stunts and great speeds in an atmosphere. It is agile and has won many awards for engineering. Kek’Tar, however, merely builds it because he says it is ‘beautiful’ and he enjoys the thrill of flying across a magma ocean at 1200 mpe.

It is worthy of note, though, that Kek’Tar doesn’t actually own the Firewall. While he created it from scratch and works on it every night, Kek’Tar cannot afford to house it himself. So, he sold it to a flispian entrepreneur (His boss, in fact). His boss pays for its maintenance and allows Kek’Tar full control and freedom over it. In exchange, though, Kek’Tar must enter in races and engineering contests under the company banner, as well as use the Firewall as a prototype vessel for new technologies the company is working on. While adverse to calling attention to himself and testing risky experiments/new weapons with his ship, he knows it is the only way he can still be able to fly it. He values his life’s work greater than his seclusion and thus accepts the lot in life he has. He strives, though, to find some means of buying it back and keeping it for himself, unconditionally.

General appearance: Kek'Tar is an average sized Flispian of above average intelligence and dexterity. His great shoulders, chest, and arms are still enormously strong, and his skin is not yet so thick as to inhibit his movement. He wears a modified Exode suit that consists of a series of powerful coronium bars that fit over his limbs. The suit can keep him warm enough while off world (not that he's ever left the planet), is motorized at the joints so as to restrict his motion minimally, and possesses a series of tools that snap onto the hands. Besides the thin suit, Kek'Tar wears a shirt, shorts, and heavy gloves made of Rencal skin. Periodot gems are inlaid into both of his shoulders, and he wears a simple necklace of the clear green mineral, as well.









I sigh audibly, stepping from a Magtran ride onto Kayrekkta. I pull an enormous cargo container behind me, greatly assisted by a hovershaft that has been built into the bottom of the crate. Within the box is the recently perfected prototype for a new engine coolant injector that I have been assigned to deliver. The memory of the damage done to the Firewall in these last few tests burns *rimshot* clearly in my mind. My boss had merely shrugged me off when I brought the damage to his attention and given me a menial assignment that would surely draw me closer to the Ure and their vicious war machine. Luckily for me, I could leave the crate at a cargo station adjacent to the Magtran platform. Upon dropping off the package, I immediately purchase a ticket back home to Kinsannak. I am, unfortunately, told that the flight will not be available for an erker or two, so I go to sit on one of the many benches that ring the forum. I sit there for perhaps an erka, watching the ure by the fountain with particular malign, secretly praying that the thelsic would eat them. My hopes seem to be answered briefly as the thelsic violently clasps a ure. A bout of anger and violence surges through my blood and I go hot *rimshot* with rage. The ure teleports from the thelsic’s sinuous grasp. My anger wells up inside of me. The anger of the damage to the Firewall, the anger with the Ure, the pent up hatred for my assignment, my disappointment with the shuttle’s lack of efficiency, and now the lack of ure blood on the floor of the forum eat away at me until I can stand it no longer. I lift myself from my chair and rush to the fountain, under the pretense that I would help the thelsic if blows were to be exchanged. As I neared the fountain, some of my rationality returned and I hesitated, slowed, and stopped near the fountain. My anger boiled within me, though my mind overpowered it. I composed myself and stood tall, mentally meditating to avoid getting myself into a situation that I wouldn't prefer.

[RabbitDawg]

(So... I guess I'm supposed to emulate TiJiL again and repost my backstory here...? Oksy)

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Name: 'Flawless Fury'

Gender: female

Age: 46.31518 Thordeckan years I guess (20 Dorschian)... though 'maturity' level is human 20...

Occupation: None. Though she hopes to be partners to a Snodeck since she just figured out how to leave the planet.

Residence: Thordeck... in one of the ruined cities there. Her group forgot what it was called.

Personality: I'm gonna go away from the shy timid innocent, to a more pissed off, arrogant, stupid, blunt personality this time.... at least in the beginning.... I hope I don't offend anyone if I play my part and make fun of and put down the others.

Backstory: (I'll write this in 3rd-person, present tense... like last time...)

* * *

"Fury!!" There was a faint noise.
"FURY!!!!" Now, THAT was a little louder. Flawless Fury opened her fiery eye -- though her punktaugen were already open --, enraged to see 'The Enchantress', the weakest, most idealistic Tockneff she has ever had the misfortune of knowing, standing before her to wake her up.

"WHAT!?"

"Virulent Poison's mob is attacking us again. We need your help. They're going to steal our food!!" The Enchantress wailed dramatically.
"They're at it AGAIN!? Fine. I'll help. In the meantime, don't just stand there. Help them out."
"You know I'm not as skilled in the ar--"
"Just SHUT UP and help them!! Or I'll kill you myself. Wouldn't have to worry about food then, would we?" The Enchantress summarily departed after that threat, leaving Flawless Fury to gather her weapons (and a varied collection she had).

She sighed inwardly. It was yet another day on Thordeck. The whole planet seemed to be in a state of utter chaos. Tockneff group up and live in ruined cities, always fighting each other for... for survival really. Then again, if you weren't fighting for survival, what WERE you doing? Seriously. She couldn't think of anything else she'd be doing, if not this.... but Fury always thought maybe there was more....
She's heard there was another planet from a former ally of hers, Femme Fatale. Something... Sno... Snode... Snodeck!! Yeah. These odd creatures from that other planet sometimes visited and established friendly, fair, and just business relations with the Tockneff. Other than staying on Thordeck, that seemed to be the only other way of life...

Day in, day out, Fury always wished some Snodeck would come and take her away from her lifestyle. But it never happened. She didn't get it.
She was pretty smart... AND she actually had some money (robbed from Virulent Poison during their last failed raid).... If the Snodeck need business partners, she wouldn't be a bad choice....

But they haven't come to get her. She would just leave and find one, but.... she did have a whole group of Tockneff looking up to her. And frankly, if she ever left Thordeck to start a new life somewhere, she wouldn't want the tockneff she knew now to be there with her.... But could she just leave them to die? Nope. Something inside her prevented her from just abandoning her group. Deep down, she cared for her group. She lo--- the word began with an L. Who cares.

ANYWAY, enough thinking. She headed out into the battlefield to help her group. It was a grand battle. They were out-numbered. Her group of 5 tockneff versus Virulent Poison's eleven...

But they fought... and fought... and then....

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Fury woke up with a very sore arm.
"Fury?" the Enchantress gasped. "There. You're awake. Yay!! I covered up your wounds with some leaves... Oh, and sorry about you arm. I... was REALLY hungry and... I can't hunt, and... I mean, you were right there. I didn't actually bite it off.... Eh heh heh.... sorry."
"If you're gonna do it, you should've finished the job and completely ate me. What's the matter with you!?" Fury hit The Enchantress hard, sending her sprawling to the ground. "You're not gonna last out here with that attitude.... Hey, where's everyone else?"

The Enchantress got up and answered faintly. "Virulent Poison's mob took them... They left me. They... said I was a pathetic excuse for a Tockneff... and that they wouldn't stain their weapons with my blood..."

"They're right." Fury began to walk away.... headed for the shuttle.

"Wait, where are you going?"
"Out of this place."
"But... we don't have a home anywhere else. We have no food. We--"
"--Don't exist. Ifyou keep that up, you won't either. I'm getting out of here. You're NOT coming with me... if you do, you'll be on a stick with your arm in my stomach."
"So... where will you go...?" The Enchantress kept walking with her. It stirred something inside Fury. She didn't know what, but she decided to answer honestly.
"A place I heard of... another planet..."
"You mean Decka, right? So you DO believe me!! I KNOW there is more to life than this if we only leave this planet!! We tockneff as a race are inferior to all other races, but... maybe if we're partners with a snodeck... or maybe we don't even need the snodeck!! We could--"
"I could. Or maybe you could, though I doubt it. But WE can't, okay? Maybe since you're sooooo smart, you'll get that through your tiny head."
"Compared to the Snodeck, we all have tiny heads--" WHACK!! Fury hit her again and sent her to the ground. This time, she walked the opposite direction.

'Cripes, what a moron,' Fury thought. 'We're "inferior" to other races? We don't need a snodeck? Where does she get these stupid ideas? Every Tockneff knows Snodeck are the best business partners ever. Other races would swindle you, but not the Snodeck.... Geez, doesn't she know that!? STUPID, I tell you. I should come back there and eat her.... or... d*mn, that L-word again. Maybe I won't eat her....'

With that, Fury heads to the shuttle, using some of her money to get on board....
....and stays there until the last stop... on Flisp.

'These folk sure don't look like the Snodeck....' she said, observing the Flispians, which bore no resemblence to the four-spider-legs-with-fat-stomach-and-tentacles description of a snodeck she'd often heard. 'Oh well, who cares.'

General Appearance: If the Tockneff wear clothes, then she wears leaf-made undergarments.... with no overgarments.... AND she has a bunch of crude stick'n'stones type weapons strapped on her (which the GM will decide I guess. And since Tockneff technology is 'moderate', maybe just one pistol-ish thing would be nice....)

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I arrived at... well, feces!! I didn't know where I was!!Was it Decka? That's the only planet other than Thordeck that I knew of. But no way I'm in Decka. Or else Femme Fatale would have warned me about the heat. It's so hot.... hot... hot, oh geez, it's hot.... D*mn.

Unaware what to do, I just decided to wander aimlessly and look for a snodeck. What else -- geez, it's hot -- could I do? I came here to find a snodeck to be business partners with... you'd think you could ifnd a snodeck on their home planet wouldn't you? But noOoOoOoOo--- Oooh!!! Oooh!! Tentacles!! That thing near the fountain has tentacles!! Snodeck have tentacles!! Soooo, -- still hot... -- it MUST be a snodeck!!

I quickly began to rush to the 'snodeck' when I saw two other small creatures arguing with the 'snodeck' and another... uh... I don't know what it was.... it looked angry though. Oh no!! It was going to hurt the snode-- no, it stopped.

THEN I realized -- did I mention it was hot? -- the 'snodeck' didn't really look like a snodeck.... uh.... I suddenly became confused. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there. If it WAS a snodeck, maybe I'll catch it's attention just standing there. If not, then... oh geez, where was I? Because there's no way this is Decka....

....

...because it's too hot.

[Dragonfly]

Sir Gilder Fithlingsmon Snodesben se Klex I, Gilder for short (Snodeck)
Age: 24 Deckan years (6 Twassec years)
Occupation: CEO of Fithlingsmon Co., Noble of the Klexian Patriarchy, Great-grandson of the All-High Klex... Patriarch of Klex.
Residence: Outer Provincal, Supreme Palace of Klex, Decka, Third Orbit, Nablas System
Backstory: Gilder was second born to an important part of his Family. His father was the grandson of the Patriarch of his Family. Gilder had 78 siblings. He was 10 in Deckan years when the Snodeck were discovered by the Ure.

His society was temporarily torn from the event. Mutiny ensued in the streets. Snodeck didn't care if police wanted them to stop ordering their Tockneff to fire at those blocking their way to the Spaceports. Snodeck didn't care if they had to shoot out their piercers to get someone out of their way. Snodeck packed their computers, monetary chips, mobile satellite dishes, communicators, stocks, and computer utility belts. Thousands flocked to seek their fortunes in manipulating new unsuspecting races. Banks crashed with the sudden withdraw of credits.

So Gilder got a semester of schooling off and enjoyed it while the Royal Family put the society back together. Yet, when Snodeck started using the Grij in place of the Royal Credit and when hundreds of his young Snodeck friends were gone off to Systems on the other side of the Galaxy, Gilder started to take notice. He didn't like these strange new Ure who began walking about where ever they liked, enforcing trade sanctions on his home planet. So anger enpassioned him to ace his studies at school. He graduated early at 18, he swindled his way up the stock charts, he worked hard, and he started his business and named it after his second name as was customary for his family. His business began to work in everything: scientific research, underground farms, orchirds, and gardens; mirror matrices; water distribution/recycling; spaceports; fleets of supply convoys; power plants, satellites, space stations, and even a small military colony on Hodeck. His business became a corperation, and because of his emensely positive influence on his Family's economy, the All-High Klex made him a Noble.

So Gilder began to live two lives, in secret he issued orders to take every opportunity to thwart the Ure. In public he was an upstanding Noble who knew the importance of the Ure to the economy on Decka.

His intelligence reports came in one day informing him of a possible rare mineral deposit in a lava flow on Flisp. He was also informed that Ure were in dire need of the mineral. So to Flisp he went to check it out himself, and send back word to his colleages at home. He wanted to remain "under the radar" so that the Ure wouldn't find out about an influential Snodeck prowling about their minerals. Therefore, Gilder took limited equipment and no Tockneff attendants with him on his journey to Flisp.




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I couldn't stand taking any other transport than one from my own personal fleet. Space travel is quite an exciting experience but I cannot stand doing it in umcomfortable conditions. And I've attempted to take other transports besides my own and they're never quite as smoothly flown as my own cruisers.

During the trip, I was rather upset though that I did not ask any of my Tockneff to attend me on this business trip. Though they may be rather dull in the mind, I find that I rather enjoy their company. After hours of constant work, conferences, analyzing graphs, stock charts, and menial business work, it's always good to "come down" to their level and enjoy a simple conversation with them. I feel that it rests my mind and makes me more alert for more work later on. Which is why I've begun to find myself creating more Tockneff friends than the usual Snodeck.

But no matter, I have a large mineral deposite to invest in. Along the way to Flisp, I analyzed the documents that I had put together for the mission. The reports said that the mineral deposite was rather "out of the way", and had not yet even been noticed by local harvesters. I checked the activity of other Snodeck on Flisp, and my intelligence reported that there were only some buyers who had landed to purchase already harvested minerals on the other side of the planet, a few executives hoping to "help out" (ahem) a few locals going through hard business times in varying cities, and some random scientific researcher who was the only other Snodeck besides myself landing at the spaceport I was destined for in Kayrekkta.

Upon my landing, I directed the hired Tockneff pilot to refuel at the spaceport, then return to the convoy fleet at Decka. After a few quick glances at some maps of Kayrekkta that my computers automatically uploaded, I left the spaceport to seek some Flispian supplies. The heat was quite unbearable, and anything that impedes my thought process must be eliminated as quickly as possible. I scowled as I tossed the repulsive looking Grij at a local store owner as payment for my Snodecian Exode suit; I promptly removed my current equipment and put on the suit as the heat was becoming quite unbearable. After the suit was on, I clipped my equipment back on, but before departing from the store, I checked the current populous of Tockneff in Kayrekkta. It was a favorable amount in opposition to the amount of Snodeck, which meant there were plenty of Tockneff in the city who didn't have "partners". I snagged a Tockneff Exode suit, landed a few more Grij in the owner's pockets, and stepped out of the store.

As I followed the 3D hologram map of Kayrekkta floating by my side, I checked the status of the mineral deposit and where I could hire an appropriate harvester. It seemed that my travels would lead me through the central forum straight ahead of me. As I walked past a very exquisite lava fountain, I noticed a very perplexed looking Tockneff standing observing some Ure quarreling with a Thelsic. Those who are mentally hindered by argument are usually the most prone to fall victim to swindling, yet Ure and Thelsic are too good at spotting ploys; the best thing to do would be to watch their conversation style to find foot holes in which to grab them. I watched them for a second, and decided it would be best to return to them later and introduce myself to the obviously sweltering Tockneff. I reached into my travel bag, and felt of the spare Exode suit which I had foreseeingly purchased. Today would be a good day for business. I walked up to the Tockneff and began to introduce myself.

"Greetings my friend, what business brings you to Flisp?" Before she could answer, I elegantly and quickly continued, "My name is Sir Gilder Fithlingsmon Snodesben se Klex I; I am a Snodeck, CEO of Fithlingsmon Co., Noble of the Klexian Patriarchy, and Great-grandson of the All-High Klex...Patriarch of Klex. It is a sight for sore eyes to see a fellow of the Nablas System. I see that you are uncomfortable with the heat. Perhaps you would like to make use of this Tockneff designed Exode Suit." I promptly displayed the suit to the Tockneff standing before me.

[DigiDayDreamer]

Poor Fury...it's rather humorous in a way.
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Name: Mistress Furdol Pyi Gynia Logsdi Thriker Vej Questhimn Xuo XII, Furdol for short

Gender: Female

Age: 23 Deckan years (5.75 twassec years)

Occupation: Researcher of Environmental Science Research Division of the Xuo corperation

Residence: Outer Provincal, Palace of Xuo, Decka, Third Orbit, Nablas System

Backstory - the better version:

“Oh, scroop! Darn these viruses! Always infecting my waistwatch laptop when I least expected!”

With tentacles, Furdol typed the keys to disinfect her computer while eating her hourly snacks to keep herself from getting hungry AND finishing a report of the effects of circulation with waistwatches, shoulder straps and belts on at the same time.

“Furdol!” rang a voice all so repulsive to the Snodeck’s inner ears, she cringed with vexation. “You finished with your assignments?”

“Just hold your tentacles,” she muttered to yellow CEO, who just happened to be part of the Royal Family and her half-cousin at the same time, the Duchess Vyin Gokl Fregan Noirylix Jiccexenna Slemn XXIX. “I’m printing out to the last one.” Finding solace that her laptop was healthy, she inputted more commands until the printer attached behind her spewed a flurry of papers all over.

“Furdol! Clean yourself up before you lower the other researchers’ morale,” the CEO commanded, seeming to enjoy tormenting the lower red Snodeck before she went on to her work shift.

Furdol grumbled and crouched to pick up the fallen papers. In haste, she accidentally hit her head against a nearby table. “Yow! Here you go, Vyin,” she muttered again, handing the papers.

“Hmph! It’s Duchess Vyin to you,” she said, snatching the papers with a dissatisfied sneer before handing Furdol a paper with a small pink slip. “I advise you to upgrade your outdated gadgets before doing the next assignment.”

“Another one? Give me a break, Vyin! I’ve been working nonstop for three nights on that last assignment you gave me!”

With a frown, she slapped Furdol across the face and thrust the papers into her chest. “It’s Duchess Vyin! And you wouldn’t complain so much if you had just worked faster than three days! Unless you want to quit now and forget about being CEO in your next promotion.”

Furdol’s eyes widened. “What? For real? But most Snodecks needed at least ten promotions before the highest position.”

“Would I lie to you, Furdol? Times have changed. Even us leaders have their own terms. And it will be your turn soon,” she leaned close to Furdol’s face before giving a harsh, cruel bark, “that is, if you don’t mess this up!”

She shrugged. “Sure, but why is this important?”

The Royal Snodeck shook her head. “Poor Furdol, still so naïve Furdol. This needs to be taken care of before UTD next year. And better bring some supplies and tockneffs with you; this assignment has to be done at Flisp.”

She gaped. “Flisp? You’re asking me to risk myself in some alien planet of indecent citizens?”

“Of course, it’s not like Thordeck is any better. You’re most capable for this job and anyway you’ve got tockneffs to protect you. Now pack up already, your shuttle leaves in an erker.” Vyin then left with a modest grin about her face.

“An erker?” Furdol repeated to herself, almost disbelieving that she would leave her home planet, one she loathe to step off, in less than an erker! But she told herself it would be worth it just be CEO of one of her family’s corporation and have thousands of tockneffs at her command.

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Good thing I took in my vaccine shots. I just couldn't believe just how anyone in a filthy planet like Flisp. And here the Flispians don't give a scroop about cleaning up for their visitors. Really.

I brought only a backpack with some snacks in it, gadgets to help me complete my research on effects of different metals in the lava flows on Flisp, a shoulder strap with a 3D map that I saw not too long back at the spaceport of Kayrekkta or whatever it was called, a waistwatch to keep track of time and my 'card'. Suddenly I realized I should have brought some sun lotion.

It was a good thing my legs didn't have any nerves or they would have burned when I first touched the ground. I mean, how can anyone not stand to get cooked in these reproachable heat?! Don't they have a decent air conditioner around?

And I was starting to regret not having tockneff with me. Though some of them were remarkably incompetent, it would have been nice to have a little compa - what am I saying? I don't need any stupid tockneff, I can do this assignment by myself...as soon as I get something to ward the unbearable heat away from my precious body.

Heading to the nearest shop, with my keen eyesight I saw another Snodeck beside myself purchasing what seemed like a Snodeckian Exode Suit. Perfect! But before he left, he also bought another suit, this time for tockneff.

As soon as he left, I went over to the shopkeeper to buy a suit of my own. Of course, he didn't accept my card as currency. But after much haggling, I managed to 'persuade' him to see my way and not only got myself a suit for free but also bought various more snacks, er, supplies with minimal money.

Checking my map, I realized the Snodeck to be at some lava fountain. After wearing my suit, I made my way to there when I saw there was a fight between a Thelsic and Ure and though it seemed the Thelsic had grabbed the Ure tightly, the latter had the advantage of teleportation, a talent I found very promising, though it won't be easy taking advantage of an Ure.

Then I saw the Snodeck trying to get a tockneff to join him by offering her a Tockneff designed Exode suit! That swindler! Taking advantage of that tockneff's weakness, why I would have done the same thing myself. But I had a better idea in my mind. Walking up to them, I greeted the tockneff with my charming smile:

"Hello, tockneff. You must be fortunate to have met such generous snodecks. Please accept his gift to you and after that we can find some place to discuss our 'partnership'. I'm sure we can find some work for you," I nudge at the other snodeck at his belly in case he didn't follow along, "And you can thank me by calling me Mistress Furdol." I knew stating my full name on her might short her simple brain out, so she must be grateful for making life easier on her.

I turned back to the snodeck, never having seen him before. I should ask for his name later when the tockneff's not around.

[Arreck]

In order to give Devon a little job, I hereby declare that Devon is the other Ure. (The non-teleporter) You get to decide what the issue between you two and the Thelsic is. Make it good.


(Digi, you've just invited some abuse. Snodeck are HIGHLY competitive. He's not likely to 'share' the tockneff with you (if he's in character); he'll be wanting it for himself.)

Once Devon posts, I'll do the next part, obviously; In said part, I shall include all of your starting equipment (You have already chosen some, such as the exode suits, but I'll give you each some stuff. Gadgets for the snodeck, weapons for the tockneff, keys to a highly expensive and mobile flight vessel to the flispian, etc...

[RabbitDawg]

I learned something!! When it's really hot, you can see these wavy lines everywhere... like you're underwater, but not, and yeah, and also --

"Greetings my friend, what business brings you to Flisp?" OH WOW!!! It was a Snodeck!!! So what was the other one I had been staring at? Uh....
Then, the snodeck continued. "My name is Sir Gilder Fithlingsmon Snodes --- " Wow, they spoke fast. I couldn't even understand him. It was like, he was going

blah blah blah blah blah

'Geez, he was fat.' I thought to myself.

blah blah blah blah blah

'I wanna poke his belly.'

blah blah blah... blah-blah "of Klex. It is a sight for sore eyes to see a fellow of the Nablas System. I see that you are (big word) with the heat. Perhaps you would like to make use of this Tockneff designed (cool word) suit."

WOW... a SNODECK JUST GAVE ME A SUIT!!
A SNODECK JUST GAVE ME A SUIT FOR FREE!!
A SUIT... FOR FREE!!! -- it's still hot-- !!!!!!

'Haha, already my charm has persuaded him to give me a suit for free!! I am soooooo smart. Yeah, right on.' But before I could respond to him, ANOTHER snodeck was there.

"Hello, tockneff. You must be (why can't she just say 'lucky'?) to have met such (or 'nice') snodecks. Please accept his gift to you and after that we can find some place to discuss our 'partnership'. I'm sure we can find some work for you. And you can thank me by calling me Mistress Furdol."

ARGH, I was so confused. Too much to do!! Ahhh AAah aaa -- hot... -- So I decided to do what the second snodeck said. After all, the first one didn't tell me to do anything....

So, I take the exode suit from the first one.... but... I kinda felt bad. Yeah, I'm smart, but I can't, not pay him back for his comrade-ish actions, so I gave him my sac of collected enemy punktaugen... reluctantly, I might add, since that sac was good luck. Then, I decided to thank the second one. She said I could do that by calling her Mistress Furdol. So, that's what I said, "Mistress Furdol."

Yeah.... yeah, I handled that well, right? I paid the first one back for the suit with my punktaugen sac, then thanked the second one. After that, I put the suit on and --wow, really warm.... -- began scanning the area in order to look for a place to 'discuss my "partnership" '.

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What's a Grij?

[DigiDayDreamer Not logged in]

(Yes! ;D Dragonfly, if you're in character, don't go easy on me, I never tried competition before and I am willing to take some abuse! Hehe, and I can boost my creativity! Unless it will stall the RPG, I'm not backing down! May the best Snodeck win!)

[Dragonfly]

RabbitDawg said:

What's a Grij?

Ure used to use Grij as decoration in their long hair. But when they were forced into war by the Twasseccs, they began to use these bead-like spheres as currency. They wanted to directly rebel against the use of the pat, so now Grij is a rather widely used currency among the "bad guys".

[Dragonfly]

Do we wait for Devvyn and TiJil to post before we do?

[TiJiL]

(Nope. Post once per Bhav post. Order really doesn't matter)

(Kindof a hard post, as nothing has happened... but... Sorry, also, for no post yesterday. Internet went down)


I stare at the thelsic for a moment, glaring at the deadly-looking spines. With another sigh, I head to go and sit down again. My bones ached. I simmered down *rimshot* and started walking back towards the bench. I pass a pair of snodeck preying on a poor tockneff. Never before have I met a Snodeck, but I know from stories that they are not to be trusted. The poor, obviously overheated Tockneff was standing about, looking very confused. I suspect she's not very accustomed to life outside of her own planet, as I, too, am not.

I reach the bench and lean back upon it, stretching my muscular arms as I recline. I stare at the watch on the back of my gauntlet and note the time. 2 erka left before I can get away from these various sinister ure, violent thelsic, and smooth-talking snodeck. I am outwardly serene, but secretly I keep my left ear raised so I may hear anything else that proceeds in the argument between the ure and the thelsic. While I lack the courage and irrationality to go up and instigate combat, I would truly love to have a reason to smash them. I'd have to make sure that nobody finds out... Would be terrible to be drafted for that... just like my aunt...

[Devvyn]

Sorry for the no post. Quick question, Ure don't speak out loud do they. I know I should know this one, but I've forgotten, it's been a while.

Name: Lebrix
Age: 10 twassecc years, approximately 41 Dorschian years
Height: 6'3
Profession: Standard Low-Adept Psychic

Lebrix was born on a secret base on Choeroea. His parents were both soldiers, gifted with psychic abilities. He left the planet on the only evacuation vessle to escape a brutal bombing by the Twasseccs. Since then he has fought for the liberation of his species against the Twasseccs. Though he will rally as many to his cause as possible, he trusts few. All new beings he meets aren't to be trusted, and are watched with close eyes. Lebrix is a war hardened Ure, full of honor and hope for his people.

Oh yea, and he's working his best to develop his psychic abilities to be as great as his parents were.



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"I love this planet, so many willing recruits for our cause." I say to a fellow Ure. I am at a military base on Flisp. "Care to join me in a recruiting run?"

The two of us depart.....

I approach a thelsic. I say to him "Hello my friend, you look like a little battle starved. When was the last time you strangled the life out of a weakling Twassecc? When was the last time you felt the bones of a Norkid or Choeroed crush beneath your feet? Well the Ure army wishes to recruit you against the ever present enemy." I hand him the sign up papers.

He replies, "I am no friend of yours. I refuse to fight in this useless conflict with another war hungry race. I fight worthy foes for honor, and honor alone." He tears up the paper and throws it at our feet.

"So you would stand here and do nothing while your brethren are risking, and losing their lives on Choeroea!?" Shouts my friend.

"If you will not join us through the desire to help with the cause, at least join for the love and loyalty of your own species."

"They are no brethren of mine." He says calmly.

"Fine!" yells my friend. "If you will not sign willingly, then you will be forced to sign!"

He begins the process of mind control.

"No!" Shouts the Thelsic. He lifts my friend in the air.

My fellow Ure quickly teleports. I use my mind to do the best job I can of mind-calming the Thelsic, preparing him for the mind control into our ranks.

(I hope this is ok.)

[TiJiL]

(I think that'll be OK. Really up to Bhav.)

(Ure can speak vocally or through psychic speech. When speaking with a Thelsic, the thelsic emits words that would make no sense normally, but you can psychically tell what it is he is saying)

[Arreck]

The teleporting Ure puts on a disgusted face and sits on a bench near the fountain.

The thelsic immediately heads off towards the hangar, grumbling loudly...
"Running errands for the Ure... dispicable... There is no honor involved in this menial personell hunt!" he suddenly shouts. "Hunting for this... this Kek'Tar... this tries my patience!" he (or she, for that matter; you can't really tell) bellows, sending shivers down your spine (or spine-like structure).

The teleporter continues to scowl, but it is obvious that the thelsic is not one to pick a fight with; a long weapon that can only be described as a double-halberd with large guns instead of spearheads dangles from one side of the fuming (rimshot) creature.

Starting equipment:

Digi- You start with your exode suit and a composition analyzer. One scan of this tiny device will tell you the molecular makeup of any substance. Obviously, you are educated in its use and can translate most of the jargon that comes out into actual substances. Also, 450 grij.

Dragonfly- You start with your exode suit, RabbitDawg's exode suit, but nothing else. However, since you are the head of a large company, you get 1500 grij.

Devvyn- You start with an exode suit, a brain wave amplifier (Do not lose this or you will take a severe hit to your power. This is the plate in the Ure's helmet.), a Ure Pistola, and 250 grij.

TiJiL- You start with keys to the Firewall and your currently offline exode suit. Unfortunately for you, you start with a debt of 100 grij to the Firewall's equipment supplier, Lok'tikka.

RabbitDawg- You start with 5 grij you picked up because they looked shiny, and just recieved an exode suit from a snodeck. While this may not seem like much, you also start with two submachine guns, a pistol, and about six different knives (not daxite) hidden in various locations. You start with a trenchcoat if you want one. (Plus, once you put the suit on, you don't need to complain about the heat twice per sentence any more!)


Ok... now the skills. Each of you choose one.

TiJiL:

A. Fire Suit- Allows your body to assume the coloration of lava whilst submerged, granting near-perfect camoflauge as long as you remain stationary or move with the lava.

B. Immolated Hands- Allows the Flispian to sweat a flammable substance, enabling him to use any fire-making device to ignite his palms. This obviously has detrimental effects on enemies.

Digi and Dragonfly:

A. Haggle- Allows you to fast talk vendors, and possibly get a decrease in pricing on an item. May also use to get an increase in price on an item you sell.

B. Sleep Tendrils- Allows you to put an opponent (or a friend, I suppose) to sleep by jabbing them with a toxic tendril. Duration depends on the GM.


RabbitDawg:

A. Intimidate- Stand up to your full height while speaking to gain a huge advantage in negotiations. Use when becoming irritated for a sudden reversal of heights.

B. Trash Talk- Talk trash to your enemies, possibly causing them to make mistakes!

C. Grasshop- Those legs aren't just for decoration... learn this skill and you can jump really, really high.


Devvyn:

A. Emotion Modification- Allows you to influence the emotions of friends or enemies. No direct thought input yet, but you can make them feel angry or depressed. This skill steers you toward the psychic path.

B. Telekenetics- Allows you to move objects with your mind. Size, duration, distance, and GM mood depend on what you can move. This skill steers you toward the teleportation path. (+1 to body memorization)

[TiJiL]

My left ear (and my right, for that matter) perk up and my eyes shoot open. A tremor of nervousness hurtles through my body and I tense up... Did I hear that correctly?

I am a fugitive? That's not good... My stupid boss sent me to Kayrekkta, knowing how insecure I am around the ure... While I fear them, I hadn't really counted I'd be in trouble. I was just angry with having to go here in the first place. Now, waiting for the Magtran ride, I overhear that I have a thelsic after me... I wonder what it is that I have done...

I sit up slowly, attempting to act casually. I sit quietly, watching the Thelsic out of the corner of one of my eyes. His sinuous body writhes, his spines extending frighteningly. He looks terribly pointy and powerful, his many tentacles waving about in the air. His eyes scan the area carefully, apparently looking for something... Or someone... Or me...

Thoughts race through my head... What am I to do? Why am I being searched for? Who can I get to help me? Will I be safe in Kinsannak? I look at the denizens of the forum again. The two ure looked about threateningly, their stupid-looking hair waving about dramatically. Obviously, they won't help me. They'll just mind control me... The snodeck are still preying on that poor tockneff. Also out, probably. If I ask for help from them I'll end up grijless in a ditch somewhere, my possessions sold off. Then they'd probably sell off my location to that damnable thelsic and I'd be dead anyway... Not an option. The tockneff would probably be stealthy enough to find out why I'm being tracked, but probably too stupid and mean to care...

My best course of action, as it appears to me, is to just lie low for a while, get back to Kinsannak. There I will have to get the Firewall back and get the hell *rimshot* out of here. I'll try to flee to a city as far away as I can, or perhaps take up life in the wilds for a while. That still leaves the problem, however, of collecting the Firewall. No way can I get it without paying off my 100 grij debt, at least. Probably, however, I'll need even more. How will I deal with my boss? This is not good. Perhaps it might be worth the risk to speak to a Snodeck. I'm not sure, however. Also, I feel insecure about moving at the moment. Therefore, I shall sit on this bench and attempt to look non-conspicuous.


Uh oh...