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Post by Arreck on Feb 14, 2004 17:40:09 GMT -5
Kek'Tar:
"A noble effort, Kek'Tar, but inadvisable... You don't run from the law." a voice echoes in your head. The Ure teleporter is looking at you oddly. Suddenly he stands up.
"Sasshkress, don't waste time going to the hangar. Kek'Tar is here, waiting for the Magtran," he calls to the Thelsic, who immediately stops and whirls around.
"Stay out of my mind, Ure!" he bellows. The teleporter sits back down and smirks at you. The thelsic now looks at you and begins moving in your direction.
"Are you Kek'Tar?" he demands. You are barely able to understand his speech. Flecks of saliva spray forth every time he speaks. Waiting for your answer, he snatches a tremendous flask of water (he appears to have several) with one tentacle and pours it roughly down his gullet. With another, he fidgets into a pack and brings out a crumpled ball of paper.
(Note that I will respond extra times if it is something as unworthy of waiting as dialogue with an NPC.)
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Post by Goob on Feb 14, 2004 18:09:49 GMT -5
Name: Yantu Age: 4 twassecc years, approximately 16 Dorschian years Height: 5'2 Profession: [glow=red,2,300]Aspiring Teleporter[/glow]
Most of my past is unkown to many, (Including myself). From a social standpoint I'm not the nicest guy/ure but from a "teleportation" standpoint i'd like to think i'm up there. I'm searching the galaxy to find anything that will help me remember the past. My views on the war are unimportant due to the fact that nobody notices me/interacts with me. I feel like i dont belong... The war has given me oppurtunity and I'm considering entering the war for no reason but to see another worthless individuals life being taken away from him. It will also allow me to see other planets... Maybe i'll find out where i belong.
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As the shuttle door opens I take my first breath of this *cool* air.
The shuttle ride wasnt the best that I'd had. At one of the bars on a seperate planet i ran into a jerk who claimed he should be allowed to pay before me cause he a shuttle to fly. This didnt take kindly to me... (having mind powers is somewhat usefull). A nearby fork proved a usefull device to implament my *point*. Or several *points* (<-- it's a pun). Its nice to actually be able to stab someone and get away with it. So like my worthless life suggests i picked a random planet and decided i would continue my worthless existance there.
Taking a few steps into this new and *cool* world of Flisp, I decided that i wasnt "in tune" enouph so i would find the nearest bar. I happened to cross a fountain were two of my *cool* brothern were having trouble with a thelsic. Not ever really caring about anyone evere I decided that i ld let them take care of the thelsic alone, but for entetainmant purposes i would watch.
Dylar the teleporting Ure sends me a message asking me for some help... Waying the pros and cons i decide it best to help out. Maybe he can teach me a thing or two about teleporting. And if not maybe i can die quicker...
I walk up in a casual manner looking for nearby eating devices that might aid my comrades and I struggle with this thelsic. -No such luck- I look around for anything, somthing i can use to help us win this... nothing is out their, no one will help... what will I do?
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Post by TiJiL on Feb 14, 2004 18:47:01 GMT -5
I stop short for a moment and analyze the situation...
Crap...
"Umm...." I stammer, smelling the foul, fishy odor of the ugly thelsic before me, fearfully eyeing his skrakksee... "Yes... Yes I am..." I gulp in fear, but stand my ground. I mentally prepare myself for the inevitable attack. If he grabs me with his tentacles, I'll just rip them off. No problem there. However, if he uses his skrakksee... I suppose I'll grip the handle and attempt to break it, or smash it back into him. Whatever I do, I will keep both of the ends away from me... Ouch... Another option (as the bench I just stood from is quite near the edge of the platform) is attempting to toss him over the side to his fiery death, but I doubt I'd have the strength to. One final possibility is that I could use my extremely high body temperature to scald his eyes... But that's risky too... Hard to say. Best to keep rational, however. I must keep rational. He won't necessarily hurt me. He himself said it was a personel hunt with no honor, so I feel it's unlikely he gets to fight me, else he'd look more hopeful.
"I am Kek'Tar... I do not know why you seek me. I am a simple being from Kinsannak. I have literally never been in a city of this size for more than an erker. I don't believe I have committed a crime. I do not have any money, in fact I am in debt, so I cannot pay a fine. I do abide by the law and value my honor, so I will do what I must..."
I stupidly forget about the ure and add in my mind Short of fighting in this pointless and futile war... I mentally kick myself afterwards, but what's said is said (or, rather, thought is thought. You know what I mean...)
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Post by Arreck on Feb 14, 2004 19:00:28 GMT -5
Kek'Tar:
"Spare me the life story. This is for you," he says, 'handing' you the piece of paper. You note that the teleporter now has a very cold (batoom ching!) look on his face. "And now, if you'll excuse me, I have buisness to attend to."
"He's going to the bar," the teleporter says. The thelsic whirls toward the teleporter with surprising speed, skraksee drawn in an instant.
"You push your luck, Ure.... I know enough about your race to know that you have very limited psychic abilities; your fancy teleportation is your only strength. Now hold your tongue or lose it, and the head it's attached to." This speech is particularly hard to understand due to the emotion involved. The Ure scowls, but wisely does not push the matter.
Vantu:
Choose from the Ure skills I posted for Devvyn and get yourself to the fountain in some way. You shall start with a Teleporter's staff (can't teleport yet, of course, but this signals you out as an aspiring teleporter) and 300 grij.
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Post by Goob on Feb 14, 2004 19:25:02 GMT -5
First i do believe that i did tell you that i got to the fountain bye [shadow=red,left,300]wanting[/shadow] to go to the bar to wallow away my pitifull life.
Secondly i choose to fallow the path of B (if you couldnt have guessed already)
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Post by Arreck on Feb 14, 2004 19:36:55 GMT -5
Ah yes, sorry. Just making your choice official.
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Post by Goob on Feb 14, 2004 20:05:01 GMT -5
I join the 2 Ure and begin to chat with them mentally.
Why are you so eager to recruit worthless ofes like that for such a stupid war?
Already knowing the answer will be .... bias I proceed to sit next to the Flispian and start a conversation.
"So... sorry that guy gave you trouble, is their anything i can do to help... perhaps you would like to find your way back to Dambe the savior of this galaxy
(by the way: Dambe= Long Dead Head God for the Ure (TiJil Okd it but it's really up to you if that's ok?!?!?)
I wait patientlly for the Flispian to respond and i play with my teleportation staff.
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Post by TiJiL on Feb 14, 2004 20:10:38 GMT -5
Umm... I read the paper... (Duh) After an erkan or so of analysis, I sit down on the bench again. A ure comes up to me and perches nearby. He tries to comfort me, but I am not thinking straight. Something on that paper probably was pretty bad news for me... So I am understandably upset.
"No thanks, Ure. You seem to be a slightly more honorable being than the others, but you are still a deceiver, a manipulator, and, more importantly, a Ure. I do understand honor, however, and thus I bear you no ill will. I simply am untrusting of ure... As for your speak of Danbe, I'm afraid I am already a follower of another belief system, that of my people. Kedroc will never grant me passage from hell if I waver from his glory. Kedroc is the path to reprieve. You may be able to help me, though I am not yet sure how. If I think of a means that you may aid me, I may ask it of you, perhaps..."
(Note 1: I choose immolated hands)
(Note 2: Everybody lavish me with praise about the awesome logo I made)
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Post by Devvyn on Feb 14, 2004 23:34:10 GMT -5
This war is not stupid, and you ought to watch your tongue. Are you currently inlisted...
He walked off! Hmm...I'll have to consult a higher ranking official later on.
What's this? He's now speaking to a Flispian. I approach.
Excuse me Kek'Tar. I know that you are not currently inlisted in the Flisp section of our cause, and I am also quite aware of your views of the war in general. But I would like a minute of your time to...convince...you otherwise.
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Post by Goob on Feb 14, 2004 23:43:47 GMT -5
Sorry i didnt mean to insult you simple minded ideas
I turn to Kek'Tar and as he talks to me.
"I'd be happy to help you in any way, i'm not to fond of the Ure either... Anything I can do to help"
I then begin to converse with Lebrix in saying:
What do you see in this commoner that intrests you for the war?
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Post by DigiDayDreamer on Feb 15, 2004 0:04:04 GMT -5
Lavish! Lavish! Praise! Praise! Seriously, you made the most fab logo, TiJiL-sama! Is that the universe the aliens live in, by the way?
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I decided to make a move. The Snodeck hasn't replied so far and the tockneff readily accepted the gift. But first I have to know her name first. "That's splendid!" I said, rubbing my tentacles together, "What's your name? There can't be a partnership if we don't have names to refer each other to," I asked, warily glancing at the other Snodeck in case he starts messing my plans up.
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(Note: I'll choose Sleep Tendrils. It might prove useful later. *cackles with thoughts of putting someone to sleep*)
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Post by Arreck on Feb 15, 2004 0:39:03 GMT -5
Vantu: Umm... you just said you weren't fond of Ure, and yet you are a Ure... do you have some personal issues to deal with?
All but Kek'Tar: Sit tight. First part of story deals with Kek'Tar, but it'll take off soon.
Kek'Tar:
The paper reads as follows:
To Kek'Tar, designer of the Firewall,
A strange turn of events has just transpired, requiring you to be informed. Your superior, one Nekk'shken, has recently been reported missing. As he is the legal owner of the Firewall, and is now unavailible to pay for housing of this vessel, the burden is laid upon you. As soon as possible, you must pay the hangar owners a sum of no less than 6000 (six thousand) grij.
It is also our duty to inform you that since your superior is now missing in action and he has no other employees nor living relatives, all of his resources now belong to you. I trust you are familiar with these, but to summarize in the form of Asset:Approximate Liquidated Value;
- One fully stocked dwelling in Kinsannak:2,500 grij - One space-capable experimental craft:15,000 grij - Bank account:5,000 grij
Financially, you appear to be well off. However, we can currently spare no resources to search for Nekk'shken; you are ordered to ignore his absence. Failure to comply will result in immediate draft.
Best of wishes,
-Ure Command Post (Flisp)
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Post by TiJiL on Feb 15, 2004 0:55:29 GMT -5
I silently fold the note up and place it in a pocket within my vest. I have mixed feelings, and understandably so. In theory, the Firewall is mine now, and mine alone. No longer will I be forced to race it every few days. No longer will damaging tests be preformed on it. I do feel sorry for Nekk, however. He forced me into many unfavorable things, but he did agree to keep my ship for me. I complete a short prayer and hope that he had achieved passage from hell.
Slightly unnerving to me, however, is the fact that the Ure knew about my aversion to being drafted. I know they can mind read, but only if they are suspicious. I had believed I was doing a pretty good job of lying low. Apparently not good enough...
I stand in a daze for a moment, contemplating what best to do. Thoughts move through my mind... What precisely is going on? Why did the Ure order me to ignore my boss' absense? They apparently were fine with giving me all of his possessions, so they must be pretty sure he is dead...
No... Must be careful. Don't think these thoughts...
I am suddenly shaken awake by a psychic message in my mind about being drafted. It scared me thoroughly, as I initially believed it to be retribution for my potentially deadly thoughts a moment ago. It turned out, however, just to be a low-adept psychic with intentions to force me into the war.
"You will get none of my time, Ure. I do not fear you..." With that, I ignite my right top hand with a quick spark from my exode suit. I hold my flaming appendage in front of his face as a threat and head to the MagTran station to find a bank terminal. Once found, I move all of Nekk'shken's money from his account into my own, and issue the order to liquidate his dwelling. I instruct my account to transfer 6000 grij to the hangar owners' budget and 100 grij to Lok'tikka as soon as the money is available. Once done with that, I stand about at the station, eagerly awaiting my ride to my home, my haven, and my ship...
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Post by Goob on Feb 15, 2004 1:08:46 GMT -5
Firstly... Yes I do have some personall issues with the Ure (and yes i am aware that i am one) ********************************************** Not being able to red that note via eyesight I use the ability that the great Dambe gave to me and i begin to read the letter thrue Kek'Tar.
Interesting.... a ship, a vessel capable of travaling long distances to many planets... a way to get out of this stupid war... a way to be alone
Hearing Kek'Tar mentally "warning" himself of our devilish abilities i begin to show what little emotion i do in the form of a grin.
The burning hand was quite a suprise and i realize that my chances of ridding on his ship as a "honored guest'" are very sliim.
No matter, what he cannot see must not be their.... I just hope he goes somewere decent wrather than this hell whole
As Kek'Tar fades away into the distance i turn to my fellow Ure and say:
Maybe this war that your so keen in sending honest citizens to die in isnt regarded as highly as you do by others.... good luck with your hording of courpses
I begin to walk away into the distance much like Kek'Tar did....I can see this will be lie a relationship like the Snodeck and the Tockneff...
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Post by Devvyn on Feb 15, 2004 1:15:24 GMT -5
Whoa, there's no need for the violence. I just hope you'll keep it in your mind, and maybe if the twinge of loyalty to your race hits you, you may change your mind.
I must keep this Flispian in mind...something seems to be bothering him. But he's left too quick for me to delve deeper into the recesses of his mind. I'll keep an eye on him. I move on to more of my recruiting.
Sorry - I choose the first choice, the emotion modification.
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