[From the Ashes] Bird is the Word (Scene 1)

L2: Light Forest

D51-D52-D53-D54-D55        Down from the old dirt road, steadily leads a  
 |   |    |   |   |   path into a lighter section of the woods where the  
D58-D59-D60-D61-D62   trees run thinner around and about. Nature just on the
          |           starting edge within the area as smaller bushes and  
         [5m**           shrubs dart here and there as one passes along the  
[5m          |           way. The road itself is mostly gravel and dirt as well
[5mF4--F5---F6--F7--F8   only goes so far until it comes on up to a muddy bank
[5m |   |    |   |   |   in which it abruptly stops seeming to be impassable  
[5mF14-F15-F16-F17-F18   with vehicles at least, though as far as other      
[5m                      transportation such as walking or hiking would be    
easier.                                                                    
     The beginning of the light woods starts with a spattering of lush    
trees and the light sounds of birds and some few squirrels can be seen along
the way darting here and there. Passing on through deeper becomes more vivid
in colors as well as denser. The view of animal tracks come more into play
the farther one goes. In the lighter section of the forest it does seem that
there are signs of human presence here, whether for sport of licensed      
hunting or other favorite hobbies.                                        



The species known as Canis KillusEverythingicus is at times elusive, even for the mighty spies known as Corax, but sometimes they are spotable; as Polk would be able to notice as he spotted a wolf in wolf form but that just seemed...a bit more, watching a human strolling idly though the woods mildly clueless. Polk would recognize the guy who had tricked the boy earlier.

Polk has met Talos once, under strange circumstances, so that underscores the concern of a wolf following a man. It gets his attention. He comes to land nearby. He'll immediately use a power on the wolf, Scent fo the True Form, to see if the wolf is Garou or not. In case there's danger here

The wolf looks at Polk and grunts, almost rolling its eyes. Polk can definitely tell that it is a Garou.

Polk flies lower, flapping and landing near the wolf. "Hi, I'm Jim. Don't worry about that guy. He's a wizard but nothing too terrible. Helped me the other day. If he's intruding I can tell him to clear out."

The wolf grunts with amusement <>

Polk is surprised by this. "He's.... oh." he trills. Then lowering his voice a bit, turning. "Moon by Night, hi. Well, that's fine. It can wait. I'm sur eyou have a good reason for not telling him. He didn't seem to knwo anything about this stuff when he met me."

She 'nods' with a grunt and lift of her tail. <>

Polk trills again. "He does seem nice. A kid was throwing rocks at me, and he decided to play a joke on the kid. With Harry Potter tricks. Harmless and mayb e teaching a lesson. This was at the beach."

<> She literally lols her tounge and chuffs, <>

Polk bobs his head and flaps. "Sure, that's fine. I can do that. IT's a fair deal. Moon by Night. Do you live in the city, or out here?"

<> she lolgrins, <>

Polk bobs again, looking over toward Talos. "McFabishams. I'm Jim Polk. I live here in town. I can get you an address if you need to talk sometime. Otherwise if you can give me directions I can fly out your way. so you think he's in danger?"

<> She chuffs, <> She stands, as if she plans to go herself soon enough.

Polk has to take a moment to shift. Wel he doesn't have to, but he's far less likely to forget this if he shifts, takes the email address down, and then shifts back. "Nothing major. There was some stuff going on, involving a Leviathan and the local dragons, but that seems to be on a back burner for now."

<
Meanwhile, Talos walks haplessly down the path, whistling a happy tune.

Polk rolls his head and flaps a goodbye to the leaving wolf. He then sees abut following Talos some. Flying from tree to tree, keeping an eye on the guy. Not trying to hide, but hey, it's just a bird. Though a large one.

The highly observant bird would notice...little things. The first is a shadowed winged figure, very small indeed darting in amongst the trees, almost a shadow really. But there are at least three...maybe four other odd sounds, tracking them all at ones is hard, but they are ALL different and ALL moving with Talos as he walks.

Polk lands and perches, really watching. Then he moves again. The bird flies rapidly, doing his best to follow, chase the winged figure. Really putting his flying skills to a rare test.

The figure drifts in and out of some kind of mists. If Polk didn't know better, he'd swear it was a pixie. Was he supposed to be able to see those? WHY was he seeing it? But it looked like it was spying on Talos.

Polk doens't know anything about what hte's supposed to be able to see or why. But he continues to follow it, trying to get close. This got serious in a hurry.

[From the Ashes] Battle From Beyond the Stars

It's a busy morning in the heart of downtown Prospect. People are getting to work, or doing work in selling goods and services to the people who are at work. Near the Metro Transit Station, a hive of activity, stands a bum. Dressed in a faded Padres t-shirt and camouflage pants, he holds up a sign "THEY ARE COMING FROM BEYOND THE HORIZON." Though that's not the notable part. The notable part is that when pigeons land near him, they appear to... turn into penguins.

Talos walks up, casual as you please, and asks the dude, "So. Is that the Horizon wireless plan or Horizon cable? Also did you do that or Horizon?" He in the mean time waves to the Penguins, "I am the leader you want to be taken to. Welcome to Earth. We have wonderful fish tacos.

Renee had been out in the city, shopping for a few things, when she blinks at the sight. She just shakes her head when she sees Talos talking to the man and says nothing, trying not to encourage him to make things worse.

Some people do notice the penguins. They stop and take pictures. But it's generally assumed that they're there on purpose or something. So there are plenty of gawkers. When approached, the man in the Padres shirt tenses, and looks at Talos. He's dirty. Scruffy. A little wild. About 6 foot tall, long, curly hair, unshaven for a week. "Not them, them." HE then points toward what part of the sky is actually visible from this part of towntown, between the tall buildings."

Talos looks up and says, "So we talking Giants, Cloud People or Aliens?" He rubs his chin and pets the Penguin nearest him. "You know...ravens are cool enough to talk, the least you could do is TRY...I mean...seriously." He considers a moment and then extends his senses. Oh wait, he doesn't have those. So he just opens his mind.

Talos finds nothing of interest in the smaller minds in the crowd. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Renee bites her lip as she continues to look up at where the man is pointing trying to scan the sky for anything there. Since the crowd seems normal she is definitely interested in what has the mans attention.

The Padres man watches as another peson is looking around, seeing if she's going to do anything. He then looks back to Talos. "Aliens. From the Horizon." he points again as another pigeon lands, and poof, a black and white penguin it is now. When Talos tries to talk to the penguin, the man waves his hand at the penguin.

The penguin croaks "Bye bye and buy bonds."

Talos has seen this movie. He nods to the guy and says, "I got this." He goes to a nearby bodega. He buys a coke. No, not a can; the bottle. The old glass kind. He walks next to the guy with the sign. Talos then turns it upside down and holds it upside down and makes some gibberishy sounding noises with clicking sounds and says, "Take it back!" He then throws the bottle up.

The Bottle spins and spins and spins and where she stops, no one knows! Well except straight back down into Talos's smart alek smart ass yawp, lodging itself there, perfectly intact as he flails around like Beaker trying to get it out.

Renee moves over to Talos concerned trying to help him to get it out. Clearly concerned for him and forgetting about the spot up in the sky she was looking at.

The Padres man is taken aback by Talos's behavior. The bottle of Mexican Coke held out, and then put into his mouth. "Careful, the lids on those things will cut your throat, and let the mind control nanobots in." He then waves to the penguin again.

Renee with all the emotions of the crowd around her she tries to focus more on the serenity she feels from the Padres man, as she helps Talos, "He is so calm Talos. So peaceful."

Padres man blinks and watches Talos do his thing. He also watches Renee. Then adjusting his sign, he once again waves a hand at the penguin.

The pengun turns to face the others, and squawks "Duck and cover will keep us from being badly hurt, too, if and atom bomb ever explodes nearby."

Talos keeps this simple.  He works his will to simply subtly incline to the crowd what all but the dumbest among them are already doing anyway...leave.  He has no idea what this guy is but he's bad news, and if Talos (HA! TALOS?!) is going to deal with this he needs to Muggles to back off.    He puts his hands over his head and crouches, encouraging Renee to do the same as he finally pushes the stupid bottle out of his mouth with his Tongue.  "Duck" he whispers to Renee...meanwhile as he hums discordant music, waves of emotional displeasure and a subtle desire to leave wash over those in the area besides Renee.

The crowd was dispersing anyway indeed, since people have to go to work. There are people passing by, but nobody's really stopping anymore.

Renee ducks as Talos tells her too covering her head, not completely sure why but she trusts Talos. Even if she looks crazy, maybe it will protect them in some way..

The man continues to watch. The use of powers does get his attention, judging by the way his eyes go right to Talos when they are used. But he just waves at the Penguin once more, now looking intently at the bird.

The penguin croaks this time "From the Horizon. Stop them all."

Talos walks to the dude and says, "Dude. You need to Phone Home. You know what I mean right? Phone Home? Call in the allies? Your back up. Your buddies. Your pals. Flip out the ole communicator and contact em.

Padres man takes a deep breath, brow lowering, squinting at Talos. He then relaxes his posture, stnading up straight, and steps right up to Talos. Then, you guessed it, a hand wave.

The penguin waved at just stands there, which makes Padres man look at it with an eye twitch

Talos says "See? You can't rely on our friends...just pick up a phone and dial 1800 ....whoever it is in the government that stops aliens"

Renee despite her better judgement she moves forward in a very non threatening manner towards the man.

Padres man squints and looks back at Talos. "I'm not going back. Don't try that again." He growl.

"Right. You wanna talk normal? Dude. You turn pigeons into Penguins. That is not a good thing. I'm not gonna threaten or kung fu you, but you seem to wanna do good. So let's go away from the middle of the city and figure this out neh?"

Renee offers a reassuring hand to the man, "We do not mean you any harm Sir. We only want to help."

The penguin also puffs up its chest and squawks "Main energizer hit captain. It's no use. She's dead in space."

Renee offers softly, keeping an eye on the penguin, "Going back where? We won't make you go back."

Talos says "So...your space ship is dead? OK...um....is there like...an Admiral we can talk to for you?"

The Padres man takes another step back, leaning where he did before. He looks at the penguins and sighs. "You can't make me. I won't go." He then waves at them a few times. Whelp. Too much. A car pulls up. Black, gleaming. From it step out a man and a woman. The man in a well-tailored black suit. The woman in a black blouse and matching black pencil skirt. They push past Talos and Renee, stepping up to Padres man.

Talos considers trying to rescue the poor soul....but...what would he DO? He's already tasted the bitter nasty pill of paradox again for this guy...and for all he knows, this IS 1800 dial a Stop an alien.....

Renee steps back in confusion unsure what to do, she just made a promise to the man, and wants to try to help him. "Who are you?"

Woman in Black turns to face Talos and Renee as the Man in Black begins to try to struggle with Padres Man. The Man in Black is remarkably strong, his movements precise, and Padres man has no chance. "Citizens, relax. This man is a... war veteran, who is very sick, and needs to be placed into a hospital urgently."

The man is screaming inside, of ... people. Yes, people coming from beyond deep space, who seek to destroy us all.
.. the people might have penguin noses.

The Man in Black can be stepped around easily. But.. by that time, he's already holding Padres man securely. One arm pinned behind Padres man's back, the other hand at his side. The Man in Black begins to try to walk Padres man to the car, though is stopped by Renee in the way. So Woman in Black steps up. "Please stand aside. You can see he needs his mental health professional.

Talos puts his hand on Renee's shoulder...stopping her. He doesn't know what is going on here, but the man manhandling the 'veteran' is obviously a threat; something hideous. And this pigeon penguin thing is dangerous...he isn't sure why, but he will learn why. He can see why Captain Weirdo isn't calling these guys for help...but this is the help Talos was trying to get him to call.

Renee is stopped by Talos hand on her shoulder reluctantly and closes her eyes. She looks at the man apologetically and lets him go.

The Woman in Black nods. "Thank you citizen. This veteran will be well taken care of, and his conditioni... condition will be improved rapidly." The Man in Black then brings Padres man to the care, putting him in with the ease with which a man might put a doll in the back seat. He then gets in the car. "Good day," the woman says before going into the other side of the car, which then takes off quickly.

[From the Ashes] Renee Helps Her Uncle

The Tandelore bookstore is located in one of the older section of town. While the streets are paved, you can practically imagine cobblestone streets all around it. It is small and has letters that seem decades old on the front that simply says, "Book store." How it has survived when so many other shops like it have died is a bit of an amazing mystery but inside it is a book lover's paradise with all kinds of nooks and crannies. It seems like some used book stores might, but there are no used book policies or turn in sections anywhere.

Renee steps into the bookstore in awe, inhaling of the history that surrounds this place and gently lets her fingers run over the spine of one of the old books that fill the shelves. Her eyes bright blue and sparkling with curiosity as she looks around the store for a moment.

The bell rings and there is a small cry of "Good morning" from the back. A few patrons wander about, looking at various rare and obscure tomes. It has a feel of distinguishment to the place, of prestige and age. There is a small stuffed owl in the corner that seems to stare at her, with original artwork crammed on every wall that doesn't have a shelf. And those places are few and far between. The register is clearly mechanical with an old fashioned analog phone right next to it.

Renee smiles softly at the voice and looks up at the owl. "Good Morning Sir." Stepping further into the store, in search of the voice. Still her eyes glancing over the titles of books as they catch her interest. The entire store like walking back in time for her and she catch faint glimpses in her mind, and pulls her hands away from the old tomes.

The proprietor, Zebidiah, comes out and looks around. The voice is familiar to him. He looks right at her and says, "Do I know you?" There are several rather impressive titles and she finds herself near the archaeology and cultures of the world section. This is high value stuff and only about half of it is really old.

Renee keeps a tone of deep respect as she answers, "You may have known my uncle Sir." She closes her eyes a moment, "Lewis DeRossi?" Her eyes meeting his own as she considers him thoughtfully, and wondering if she should be here. "I am his neice, Morgan."

Zebidiah beams, "Ah Lewis. How is he these days? It's been some time since I've seen him. Pleasure to meet you. You know, I have a book of his he lent me, I never did get it back to him. Completely slipped my mind actually.

Renee takes a deep breath and offers softly, taking her time on how to answer his question. "I am sorry to say he has passed away Sir."

He blinks and mutters to himself, "Don't read the obituaries, she said. You'll be an old man before your time, she said." He sighs and looks at her. "I am terribly sorry for your loss. How well did you know your Uncle?"

Renee takes a deep breath and offers softly, taking her time on how to answer his question. "I am sorry to say he has passed away Sir."

The man gently puts his hand on Renee's shoulders as she takes a deep breath. "I am so sorry. I saw a picture of you from 10 years ago. You have grown into a lovely creature. Your empathy is appreciated. Let me get you the book." He motions her toward the back

Renee steps to the back as he guides her. A light blush reaching her cheeks. "Thank you Sir for such a kind compliment." Still this is very hard for her and she is trying to keep her emotions from spilling out.

He smiles and pinches her cheek a bit, and then goes to the back. He keeps his thoughts to himself and fortunately has a mind shield so Renee can't immediately sense them. He grabs a book in a quaint little office that has sunlight pouring through the window

Renee's cheeks grow a bit redder from the pinch, and she bites her lip. "May I ask, how you and my uncle met?" She is obviously a bit curious about him and tries only very subtly to get an impression from him.

He looks at her and says, "Well, we met when he was investigating the old Holstead house. It was a very harrowing experience." She might recall that her Uncle had been with some people then who had heart the dead.

Renee offers softly remember bits and pieces. "You were trying to fight against dead?" She looks confused as that only brings up its own set of question. "What kind of dead?"

Laughing he shrugs, "Well it ended up that way. Horrible ghosts, like nothing we ever saw before or since. I ended up learning....things....and your uncle became obsessed with the herafter. We exchanged some information but it was...not good.

Renee shakes her head. "What kind of Ghosts?" Now she is really confused, because is that not what her uncle is now. "Do you still chase them? What kind of horrible ghosts? What things did you learn?" Her questions slow, and her face unable to hide the emotions and thoughts going through her mind, in fact she is starting to look a little overwhelmed. "Please tell me?"

"Angry, dark creatures, monstrous parodies of what they were in life. No, heavens no, I avoid them at all costs. I've warded this place from any kind of ghost. I've learned that ghosts have powers and secrets, dark terrible secrets.

Renee is trying to catch her breath, "You are a...Mage? The tomes here full of... " Her mind trying to make connections and piece the puzzle together. Her uncle one of the ghosts, that his friend now avoids. The color draining from her face. Surely her uncle would never harm her though. Even as a ghost. Her eyes closing as she tries her best to regain her barings.

He laughs, "I'm a man who knows a few parlor tricks. There are...rumors...legends of brilliant near perfect creatures called mages who should always be listened to, but the sheer perfection described is what causes me to disbelieve they exist, but I have learned a few rituals and spells.

Renee shakes her head at him, "A few parlor tricks? You said yourself enough to ward your store from ghosts, and who knows what else? Why should they be listened to? Why do you doubt they exist?" Every answer begging her to ask more questions.

"Oh, well it was a book written by a mage who seemed too wise to be real. This is an imperfect world and I've never met anyone perfect. So I might believe in ...well, almost anything but not that. And warding, summoning and binding? I can do some of that. a few other minor things. Did your uncle teach you about an of this?

Renee offers softly, "He tried to teach me as he could, but he was busy a lot. He let me read his books anytime he visited, but I never actually practiced any of what I read. I felt things though, heard things. And Uncle Lewis tried to protect me."

He nodded, "Well...there are special volumes that I can ...loan you or sell you as you can. I wouldn't trust most with them but in your case I can make an exception. Oh! Your Uncle's book, I nearly forgot

Renee blushes softly, "He really wanted me to have it. It was important. I thank you for holding onto it for so long. I was wondering if I could borrow some of your books on archaeology as well? I promise I will guard them with my life."

He grrms and shrugs, "I don't lend, but I do rent very cheaply since you are your uncle's neice.

Renee smiles at that and offers, "How much would you charge? I also do some restoration work, if every need any done."

He beams, "Oh I have so much restoration work I need its not even funny, yes, that should do nicely." He goes back and finds a thick leather tome, at least twenty pounds and comes forward, offering it to Renee. As soon as she touches it, she is aware of a secret compartment inside of the book.

[Prospect from the Ashes] Zevran and Miasma Meet

: Smoke and Barley - Main Room

     The smell of spices, fire and broiling meat assails one's nose upon entering into the bar and grill. The soft murmurs of patrons seem a non-ending drone as the door shuts, blocking the sounds of the city off. Wood paneled walls are adorned with hanging plants and pictures of forests bringing the feel of wild places indoors. Full spectrum lighting keeps the outdoor daylight feel of the restaurant by shining on the plants and pictures.
     In the center of the room is a large curved grill, a specialty built item that allows guests to watch their meats cooking and the Chef at work. Thick oaken tables are laid around the grill for those that would enjoy the dance of the flames as it sears the meat. The tables have large leather seats and are set for the barbecue feast to come, with a bucket that holds bottles of spicy sauces and piles of napkins.
     To the right of the front door, taking up half the room, is the bar.The bar is a deep mahogany, a gorgeous piece with slightly dulled brass poles running along to provide foot rests, and an armrest, with comfortable stools lining it to allow others to sit. A mirrored shelf rests behind the bar, with light shining up through the drinks to allow them to be seen clearly. A chalkboard on a wall lists out the micro brews of the month. Beyond the bar a section is marked off and three cork dartboards hang on the wall.
     A small hallway leads the way to a set of stairs, a private area, bathrooms and kitchen. The door to the private room is marked "members only" and locked.

Contents:
Zevran

Obvious Exits:
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Ever since he's woken up from his prolonged sleep, Zevran has been only able to hold down one particular source of food: Meat. His bony frame sits at one of the back tables, blue rogue's belted jacket hanging off the back of a chair. He wears an Armor-All T-Shirt, with a cloth mask attachement that currently pools around his neck as he eats the slab of ribs he's ordered. Black hair tied back in a high ponytail, the burn-scar tissue on the left side of his face shows, potentially making other patrons whisper curiousities to one another.

Miasma has been told that 'networking' is vital for his career advancement. So he'll do what he has to and moves to the cigar bar, but the tip he got of a police council being here isn't panning out. Miasma is less than thrilled but he moves to the bar and relaxes, ordering a glass of vodka and a cigar and sits a while and listens.

Storm grey eyes glance towards the new addition, as Zevran continues to chew. Conflicting perceptions of different lives lived suggest usefulness in strength, but that true value lies in loyalty. He frowns, as if an unpleasant thought crosses his mind.

Miasma lights the cigar with his own lighter. He doesn't really smoke, but a wise man is always prepared. As he puffs a bit, blowing a small ring, he sees Zevran's inquisition. "What's the score?"

Zevran's eyes narrow at the cigar being lit, his host's intolerance to breathing obstructing substances always on his mind. "Well, good Sir. I am a curious fellow, only wishing to know what you are comfortable to offer about yourself. What do you do for a living?"

Miasma is not Machiavelli, but he spots the eye motion and puts out the Cigar. Guy hasn't dissed him so there is no reason to antagonize. "Well...I'm like an onion. I'm an ogre." He smiles referencing the movie.

There's a long pause, as Zevran's eyes unfocus as he tries so desperately to -remember- something. A moment of realization, and he smiles. The burned skin crinkles along the side of his face. "Ah, yes! A Shrek reference. I am a Blacksmith by personal hobby and passion. Haven't been at it for quite a while, myself. I'm Zevran, by the way."

Miasma says "A blacksmith? Really?" He leans in curious, "Nice to meet you. Is that like an artisianal thing? Not many horses around these days need shoing. Pleased to meet you, name's Miasma."

Zevran chuckles, knowing that most folks assume the limitations for his craft. "Nice to meet you, Miasma. While I -can- make shoes for horses, I specialize more upon bladesmithing and armor smithing. Jewelry making from time to time as well. And yes, while I can make things that are functional, it's more for flair when the SCA has events."

Miasma says "SCA huh? I've heard of those guys. Heard they're a bit like bikers in some ways. I'm a cop myself. Special projects so I have to deal with all the political bullshit this city has to offer in more ways than one. But its cool. Do you enjoy it? The smithing that is?"

Zevran's eyes glaze for the briefest of moments as a grin splits his face. "Of course! Creating with my hands is such an enjoyable activity. I will never grow tired of it." The mention of law enforcement draws his curiousity. "What kinds of special projects do you partake in, when dealing with law enforcement and politics?"

Miasma says "Well, sometimes its a VIP duty, like if the President or governor visits. Sometimes its crowd control for something that might emberrass the mayor; or a high profile killing or theft. We're basically extra manpower for whatever the mayor needs to keep from being emberrased."

"Ahhhhhh, yes. Protection, or clean-up crew. If my own efforts weren't so useful in the craft of my choosing, I would have served protection for a Duke myself." He sets the plate of finished bones aside, before cleaning up with a wet-nap. "I'm sure that when there are no projects available, you are still paid Salary, correct?"

Miasma considers this for a few moment before turning his head, "You mean as protection for a Duke...in the SCA?" He nods, "I am. I have my own...side investigation. Aside from it being a fast track, its a great way to get to do what you want; almost as good as a homicide detective, but I can take the cases I like as long as I don't get in others way....

Zevran nods enthusiatically, tossing the used wet-nap onto the plate. Upon further observation, the palms of his hands and the inside of his forearms are also burned. "Well done! Always good to see someone who has found a way to make their profession work for them."

Miasma says "Thanks. It helps that my dad is a Captain as well. Friends in the right places." He thinks a moment, "SCA might be fun some time to learn a new martial arts. I hear those guys are hard core. Not for a while though, I have my own...side projects. So what kinda person do you normally do work for? Does it pay?"

Zevran shakes his head at the inquiry. "While there are formal positions for running the organization who schedules events, I am independantly wealthy, and do whatever it is that gives me pure inspiration."

Miasma says "Really? That must be nice. Did you get that from Blacksmithing or get it the old fashioned way?" Miasma puts the cigar away now that it has cooled down and won't singe his pack. He sips his vodka and listens."

The adventurous stick figure of a man adjusts his seat, so that he is slightly reclining. "I am the fourth son of a family who owns a global telecommunications business. I've invested my share wisely, but am not cut out for such ventures. Especially since my accident, I'm not one for public appearances. Let the older siblings have at it."

Zevran Trudeaux is a very slight young man, gangly in his height of 6'0" and 120 lbs soaking wet. Despite the lack of physical substance, there's a grace to him that is uncanny in his movements. His eyes are a stormy blu-ish grey, usually covered by wrap-around sunglasses above a cloth face mask. His long, black hair is pulled up into a high ponytail. Despite the weather or outside temperature on any given day, he's chosen to wear a very well made rogue's costume in dark blue and leather boots. The only exposed skin as he walks out and about are ears above the neckguard and fingers from fingerless gloves. A die-hard cosplayer, for sure. (Disfigured)

Miasma says "Accident?" He looks at the other man, trying to spot what might the result of the accident. He would continue the conversation but polite people don't mix subjects when dealing with such potential matters though he said it so casually it might be. He's cautious though. Miasma takes another sip from his Vodka."

"Yes. Well....it -wasn't- an accident." There's that bitter tone as Zevran's eyes avert themselves. "My rival, who was my best friend, my comrade-in-arms, had become smitten with a Lady who had taken a shining to me. He had grown so heated in his possessive jealously, that he had shoved my upper body onto the forge bank of coals at the Event we were participating in 6 months ago. Despite being rescued by other participants, the damage had been done. It was such a traumatic shock, that I did not awaken until recently."

Miasma says "Jesus Christ man, you have my empathy." He scowls, "Was this local? And has that asshole been prosecuted? I know people. I also know that sometimes people have...ways of getting around the system. A good lawyer and the like."

Zevran's eyes focus on Miasma once more, admiring the zeal in which he has for justice. "Oh, prosecution was the -least- of his worries. Yes, my family was quite...thorough, in dealing with him. I appreciate your sympathies, none-the-less."

Miasma says "....I'm gonna pretend they thoroughly saw him lawfully prosecuted in a legal and above board fashion." He grins widely, "But the least I can do is buy you a drink."

Zevran places spread fingers over his chest as he tilts his chin. "I would be delighted!" He stands, thin frame looking as if he'd be blown over by a stiff breeze at any second. There's a grace to his movements, however, that belies that. He fishes out his wallet, leaving payment and a hefty tip upon the table for the waitress before approaching a bar stool next to his new friend.

Miasma says "What's yer pleasure?"

Settling on the cushioned seat, Zevran takes a look at the selection available. "I'll have a Rum & Coke, if you please Madam?" He's always courteous with his dramatic flare and fake accent, causing the bartender to grin as she goes to fill the order. "So, what is it that you do to entertain yourself when not on duty?" Zevran turns to regard Miasma with the question.

He is about to order for Zevran but he does that for himself. Miasma orders a second vodka and relaxes. "I have a lot of hobbies. Lately I've been researching the occult. Interesting stuff. My maternal grandfather had some very interesting books, though my father would hardly approve." Miasma is curious about this Telco but lets the conversation flow naturally.

Zevran tilts his head at the admission. "The occult, you say? What kinds of books did he happen to have?" He wouldn't have guessed that Miasma was the type to peruse in such topics.

Miasma says "All kinds of things really. Some of it looks like sheer crap really, but there was 'legends of ancient times' and 'Mockery of Midnight' and 'Comes the Rhombus'...the most useful was actually just 'advanced meditative techniques'...I'm amazed it isn't more popular than it is; scares the crap out of me that it isn't. Makes you wonder if you know what I mean."

Zevran chuckles, fingers rapping gently upon the bar's wooden surface. "The most useful of books are carefully guarded treasures, not to be shared lightly with common folk. I'm sure your grandfather took that to heart."

Miasma says "Why? I mean the stuff this book teaches could revolutionize medicine. And I'm not one of these wackaloons that believes that the pharma companies are suppressing xyz to earn a buck. Maybe I'm better at it than most but...I dunno. If even a little bit of this stuff is true....I've got ideas. Probably shouldn't even be talking to you about it really."

Zevran's lips quirk, as he gives Miasma a shrewd look. "It's alright if you don't want to share. Perhaps it would be wise not to spread around such beautiful pearls of wisdom to swine, and all that. I hope that it's everything you are hoping for."

Miasma says "Well its not that I consider you swine Zevran....its just that if there is one thing I've learned, the only way to keep a secret between three people is if two of them are dead. And I don't hope for much. Hope is a sucker's game to me. I mean, its great as the opiate of the masses, but I don't put much stock in it myself; its too dangerous a drug. But more likely than not, yeah. Forget I mentioned it. So now that you have a second chance at life," Miasma sips and then asks, "got a bucket list?"

Zevran seems pleased that his new friend has a level head, before accepting the drink from the bartender. "Of course you weren't suggesting I was, and you're right about safety in singular numbers. Now that I am back..." He takes a moment to muse, taking a sip of the rum. "I'm not entirly sure. While I still enjoy the events, I feel I need to spread out and expand my creative talents."

Miasma says "Well I was gonna say. If I was independently wealthy I'd do a whole hell of a lot beside SCA. Though I am given to understand some of the girls there are pretty hot. Still, the uniform usually takes care of any dating needs. It's fucking magic I tell you." He swallows. "You should make one. It'll slip by, believe me."

That's a daring, if not dangerous, proposition. Especially coming from a cop. "I thought it was illegal to impersonate an officer." Zevran murmurs quietly to Miasma, nursing his drink as he observes his friend from the peripherie.

Miasma blinks a moment and then laughs, "Um....I wasn't suggesting you do Zevran. That's about one of the dumbest things a person can do. No, I meant that my own dating needs are taken care by being a cop. Look, if you flat out killed someone, we'd arrest you but you wouldn't piss us off. Its just not personal. If you impersonate a cop...lets just say some of my fellows are...deserving of the reputation that first responders have these days." More than half actually, but he wasn't saying that out loud. "I was just saying I didn't need to do SCA for that. But I am happy to act as wingman in the uniform any time you like.

Misunderstanding cleared up, Zevran grins as he puts the glass back down on the bar. "That's a generous offer you've made. I accept, should we meet again in a more relaxed setting." Normally, his strange manner of speech and flamboyant dress scares off normal thinking folk. Who normally bore him anyways.

Miasma raises his glass in toast, "To life. It's too short. Why not do neat things with it? That sure as hell doesn't mean a desk job, let me tell you that."
-Fin

[Dark Metal] World's Beyond Number - Intro

Intro: Doctor Archelies deSombra aka "Doc Shadows" saw that the long term likelihood of victory for freedom and democracy in LATMA and decided to do something about it.  He created a starship that could travel through the umbral Deep Horizon so that it could access other shards.

He created a ship that traveled to a shard, staying for a week and then moving on to another.  There is a gate back to Earth that allows the revolution to import people, things and other items that they discover to help their quest.

OOC: World's Beyond Number is a new troupe trying to rekindle life on the ancient Dark Metal mush.   Currently, sessions occur every other Monday morning EST, from 9:30-1:30pm, with the next session on the 17th of October.  We have 2-4 players so far.

However, another session will likely open every other week if we get enough interest for a week night.

What Has Happened So Far: General Hawk and Darksight have inspected the ship and learned its mission.  They have decided to make preparations to go with the ship and begin their quest to free Latma.

Downtime: The game will allow downtime in a similar fashion to Vampire LARPS and will be focused on LATMA itself, so even if the core game doesn't interest you, you can play the 'core' game which will involve crafting, influencing, spying, researching, and fighting to free the citizens of LATMA from the corporate council and infamous METSEC which kills any Order 47 violator on sight.

The Ship:

There are 50 points for every starting player.  Right now thatis at 100, with 50 more each for firm commitments to join.  One the game starts, downtime points can be used to add or modify these.  The number in (X) is the number of points it costs to get this.  Some items will have prerequisites.

Category - Basic

Core:

The core of the ship contains a number of reality hard core points that will allow the ship to function.  The more hardpoints it has, the bigger its core stats and the more 'neat' things it can have as well.

(1) Destroyer - 4 Hard Points, 200 Crew, 200 Tons
(2) Cruiser - 6 Hard Points, 500 crew, 500 tons
(3) Heavy Cruiser - 10 Hard Points, 1000 crew, 1000 tons

Weapons:
(0) Auto Cannon - 8 Damage Impact
(5) Lasers - 10 Damage Energy
(7) Particle Accelerators 12 Damage Impact

Armor
(0) Titanium - 6 Soak Dice
(2) Ceramic Titanium Composite - 9 Soak Dice
(6) Carbon Nanofiber - 12 Soak Dice

Sensors
(0) Radar - 2 Perception
(4) Advanced Radar - 5 Perception
(7) Passive Lidar -8 Perception

Advanced - These technologies are optional.

Internal Folding - The folding of space is highly useful and when applied to technology allows  the ship to do highly interesting things
(0) - Single gate which links the ship to Earth and opens every 72 hours
(10) - Multiple Gates - The ship can create multiple gates to anywhere with an AU of distance, allowing easy interaction with the ground
(20) - The ship can internal pockets which can increase the internal storage space of the ship a great deal but which are not always accisble if jammed o the ship takes a lot of damage.
(30) - The ship can create gates to anywhere in the shard; horizon realms or far ships or the like. -OR- it may create a second gate which can go to a single shard that has been left in the past.

Awesonium - A highly powerful energy source from slightly altered matter
(0) - Allows the ship to pierce the deep horizon and power the basic elements of the ship and move from shard to shard.
(10) - Increase power of energy weapons by 5 dice.
(15) - Ship increases speed to be able to reach anywhere in the shard within a day
(25) - Hand weapons can be manufactured using it at a rate of 10 a month that do 12 dice of damage.

Pygmalium - Borrowed from Fading Suns this stuff allows AI construction - All but the first must be Specialized.
(0) - Current hostess (unnamed) AI capable of running any single system in the ship
(5) - 1 Additional AI
(12) - 2 Additional AI's
(25) - 3 Additional AI's

Databanks - Vast collected information from the sum of knowledge of Man's history as well as Doc Shadow's own library.
(0) - A data download of three to four regular libraries worth of material from LATMA.  +2 to research.
(5) - Doc Shadow's occult library - +4 to research
(10) - Doistep Online - +6 Research dice
(25) - Multiple libraries from nearly every splat imaginable.  The ability to pick up Lore 3 to anything as it applies to the home shard.  +12 Research dice.

Cloaking - The ability to keep the ship from being seen
(0) - Nothing.  It's a giant blip for anyone trying to find such things.  While the drive might allow the ship to enter or leave 'quietly' its actual existence sticks out like a sore thumb.
(8) - Arcaned - The ship generates a field similar to that of 'Arcane' making it harder in general to see.  +2 Difficulty in attempting to locate with non visual sensors.
(15) - Force Invisible - All forces go right through the ship that are conventional electromagnetic spectrum
(25) - Umbral Phasing - Carries a cloaked umbral shield making the ship effectively invisible spiritually as well as to spatial sensors

[Mage 20th] Paradigm

I promise a Mage 20th game.

I failed to deliver.

I hate to fail to deliver.

So I'm trying this again.

Mage Game:

Paradigm

Objective:

Make your Chantry/Cell's position the Dominant Global Paradigm

Story: A recent advance in magick allows the dominant paradigm to be changed with much greater ease, a butterfly effect of small changes that can permanently alter the world in your favor, but it will take 18 months to complete.  At the end, the side who has the most victories...wins.

Every week, three rounds will take place.

Round 1: Article selection.  You post an article that is interesting and surely mage activity.

Everyone votes on it.  The winner gets points towards victory.

Round 2: You give an explanation for why the winning Article of the previous week's article involve YOUR attempt to subvert or enhance the paradigm in some way.

Everyone votes on it.  The winner gets points towards victory.

Round 3: You post a counter response to what REALLY happened in the posted article.  Otherwise, same as round 2.

Points are kept secret but you do know who won the previous round.  From time to time I will post progress of what the paradigm 'looks like' likely every three months.  Its direction but not actual change.

Considered Sub games:

Cult as a mini game for players interested, likely my 5-6 most dedicated players.

A solo game for a character of pretty powerful mien in Mage 20th.

Mail, email or message or comment if interested.  The core game is designed to be EASY to play, something you can do once a week for 15-20 minutes.

[Heromux] Aftermath

So a few months ago I went back to Heromux, because Eddie was gone.  I was very cautious about it all.

I'm not going to make my case here about what I did or didn't do.

I felt I was wronged.  I appealed to staff.

They laughed in my face.

Sure, they were respectful, but they ignored my arguments.

Then they dismissed the jobs and since what I was basically asking for was empathy, they did no such thing.

I was not 'respectful' and there are two sides to every story.

As I said, I'm not making my case here, because ultimately it doesn't matter.

What DOES matter and I want for record as long as the sun shall burn and the stars shall shine since I believe the internet is forever is that Dumbledor/Primus BANNED me from his game

Without strikes

Without a trial

Without even acknowledging what I was saying to try and hear it.

Mr. "I'm fucking Eddie and letting him get away with this shit" Primus, pretending to be all about fairness, trained as a liberal arts professor at a university is neither capable of expressing empathy to someone he doesn't want to OR BEING FAIR.

He is neither Just NOR fair.

He followed no due process.

He just fucking banned me.

And so for that, let it be known that Primus the Dumbledor is a HYPOCRITE and a LIAR.

And unjust.

[STGTH] Entry 2

**Maggot

> There's actually an identifiable owner of the second station? Who? What
> do I know about this person? I assume it was a lot of space. I mean,
> considering how inexpensive that warehouse sized are was.

It was a lot of space.
And the owner of the second station was that one guy who's name I can't remember.

>
> >
> > Your pilot just radioed in saying he has detected a Borg ship, forty-five
> > minues inbound ETA. It's headed straight for Sagga.
> > (And as for Mr. Lepton, your boys are asleep at the switch, if you know what
> > I mean. They'll be figuring this out in a few minutes.)
> >
>
> Sagga? That one of the stations? If it is, then when my men do find out
> about it, then we're evacuating as planned. No use sticking around in a
> combat zone, not when the enemies never purchase anything (those
> borgs..always assimilating whatever they find...but lousy tippers).

Sagga is actually the system you're in.
Your men start heading out, and request permission to loot along the way, assuming
you don't expect to come back.

**Lepton

> Sagga? That one of the stations? If it is, then when my men do find out
> > about it, then we're evacuating as planned. No use sticking around in a
> > combat zone, not when the enemies never purchase anything (those
> > borgs..always assimilating whatever they find...but lousy tippers).
>
> Sagga is actually the system you're in.
> Your men start heading out, and request permission to loot along the way, assuming
> you don't expect to come back.

Of course they can loot, they just need to disguise themselves, avoid the
people whom we just sold disruptors too (or did we sell them broken
disruptors?)...but they need to dress up a bit and make sure no one sees
who they're with..that way we can come back if possible. And of course
they have to turn over the standard 30% of whatever they collect.

**Lepton

Mr. Lepton tells most of the crew to skip the looting, leaving one
maurader behind to allow minimal looting...the other two mauraders and Mr.
Lepton's own personal ship are going to skip out of the sector, back to
safety.

**Tach

> > > OOC> Does Tach'kar get any response or the two spirits or whatever
> > > just ignore it?
> >
> > They ignore it.
>
> I'm assuming that Tach'kar doesn't remember any spirit that would
> resemble these spirits possessing Revaeb. So, it tries to examine them
> more closely.
> <>

Upon closer inspection, Tach'kar gets the distinct impression that it is one
being (sorta), but that none of the faces it wears are it's true form.
He (it) can't quite get a grip on it's aura, though. It might be a proxy for
some sort of god, or part of a god itself, or a projection caused by a
psionicist.
Or it could be Revaeb is possessed by something that doesn't inhabit the
same 'layer' of the spirit world.

**Lucky

On Fri, 29 Jan 1999 02:37:42 +0100, Savic Marko wrote:

>> > Okay. Revaeb? The blue men are GONE.
>> > You don't know why, or even how you can tell, but they have ceased
>> > to exist.
>> >
>> > And you feel more calm and clear headed than you have in...your
>> > life, I guess.
>> > Incidentally, you powers are gone too. >:]
>>
>> That's a relief.
>> I say to Tach'kar, "Thank you, giant bugman. Now, how do I get out 

of

>> here now that nobody trusts me?"
>
>Tach'kar says over its universal translator: "I don't know. You will
>nave to ask Lucky."
><>
>
>Tach'kar taps its comm badge. "Tach'kar to Lucky. Summon me."
><>

"Summon you? You mean beam you to where I am?"

"Computer, please perform a site to site transport on Tach'Kar bringing 
him to the bridge."

>

**Revaeb

 > They just look at him funny.
> >
> > "It's okay, you don't have to respond to me. Where's the food on

this

> > ship?"
>
> "We'll show you to the galley..."
> They take you to the galley. It looks like a normal starship's

galley. I

> don't know what else to say.
> They show Revaeb how to operate the replicators, and watch whatever

he does.

Revaeb makes some fried chicken and sits down and eats it. When he's
done, he pockets the chicken bones and asks the guards what there is
to do for recreation.

**Winter

>The cyberpunk looks to the woman first, then speaks. "You are known only as
>Winter. Valrian intelligence file XD:Terra:Winter:24D. You sold your soul to
>one of the extradimensional deities associated with Entropy in exchange for
>immortality. Your powers include rating 8 life drain and rating 5 ice
>affinity.
>In 2012, you betrayed Kal Turan, your employer of six years, by failing to
>rescue him from a band of rebels and subsequently took control of the
>inevitably splintered factions of his former command. In 2016 you murdered an
>Andynysian Ambassador and his bodyguard in professed self-defense. In 2018,
>you
>were incarcerated for the murder of thirty-five elven civilians in the

Centron

>system. In 2024, you murdered an Alrian agent and destroyed an Imperial ship,
>and in 2026, you were executed. Does that satisfy you?"

Pools of frost formed under the pale mans feet as he listened to the dry
recitation of his crimes. His life. He looked from Ty to the Cyborg and back
again.
"Thank you." he said at last. 
Then he turned and left the three to whatever fate had in store for them. 
"Beware the Borg..." he whispered softly, his voice echoing down the steel
corridor. "They are like you, but more than you. They have given up their
souls to the machine, and sacrifice others to it as well." 
His boots crunched in the ice that he generated. 
"Resistance... is futile." 
He laughed. 



He tapped the communciations device that linked him to the men he had been
given command of. 
"The one on the station is not who we seek. Perhaps she is aboard the craft
that Lucky pursues. Return us to the ship."
He waited for the spell of transport to grip him, and replayed the cyborg's
words over again in his mind, sifting them like grains of sand. 
Murder. Treachery. Destruction.
Execution.
What had he been? And what could he be? Ty knew what he was. That explained
the hate in her eyes. And yet there was the memory of the demons; the two of
them allied together against that hellish foe. 
He closed his eyes and tried to find a center within himself. And was met
instead with the storm. 
His hand closed into a fist, nails biting into flesh until it tore. 
He would beat Entropy. He would *not* waste this chance. Even if it killed
him. 

**Maggot

>> His eyes seemed to shimmer in the half light of the corridor.
> >> "You knew me. How?"
> >>
> >
> >"That's a long and complicated story. Sufficed to say, Travis is a Cyborg.
> >If you don't
> >know what a cyborg is, then there is no way we could explain anyway."
> >
> >
>
> "It is a being of two natures, mechanical and mundane." Winter replied
> softly. "I had a great amount of time under Lucky's... *care*... to read of
> things." He had become very still, as though he were holding his breathe.
> "Please," he continued, the word feeling unfamiliar and little used "if you
> can, tell me what you know of me."
>

The cyberpunk looks to the woman first, then speaks. "You are known only as
Winter. Valrian intelligence file XD:Terra:Winter:24D. You sold your soul to
one of the extradimensional deities associated with Entropy in exchange for
immortality. Your powers include rating 8 life drain and rating 5 ice affinity.
In 2012, you betrayed Kal Turan, your employer of six years, by failing to
rescue him from a band of rebels and subsequently took control of the
inevitably splintered factions of his former command. In 2016 you murdered an
Andynysian Ambassador and his bodyguard in professed self-defense. In 2018, you
were incarcerated for the murder of thirty-five elven civilians in the Centron
system. In 2024, you murdered an Alrian agent and destroyed an Imperial ship,
and in 2026, you were executed. Does that satisfy you?"
**Lepton

Jonathan Gagnier wrote:

> Of course I'm still on your list, no your email just WANTED me to
> receive this... Maggott lay off mushrooms especially the ones that grow
> in cow shit will ya? And a summary won't be REALLY necessary just as
> long if I make an error no one yells at me at it. Maggott you're the
> excuse for a supreme being in this group. What you say is law ain't it?
> So figure something out. It's not like anyone can rag the all might
> Maggott about it.

I didn't put this list together; Mr. Lepton did (You were long since off my
personal list, since I though you just never wanted to see us again).
And don't be so mean. I was merely open to suggestions, you wart on the
tongue of a cadaverous english teacher, you.
The problem is getting you back where everyone else is while still
explaining why you haven't done anything since we last saw you...
And I don't want to start you somewhere else, because my players get
scattered to the four winds a little too often already.

Okay, here's a possibility;

When Lucky asked Terran to telemechanically interface with the computer,
it's hack-detection system saw him and trapped his mind in a defensive
program loop. He just got out.
I know this isn't how standard Telemechanics would normally work, but I
don't care.
So Terran just dropped out of a computer terminal in engineering, with a
slight headache.

https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/maggots-rpg/conversations/topics/111

[Star Trek Goes to Hell] Salvation and Intro

In what is, to me at least, the greatest email game ever ran and played, it all started in my final summer of college 19 years ago on the old pbem.com site where a game advertized itself called, "Star Trek Goes to Hell."  Thinking it was a joke, I chose from the long list of powers presented and simply made up my own.  The rules clearly stated that the less you chose, the more powerful it would be...so I chose, "Probability Alteration" and the rest is history.

The following 7 years were an amazing roller coaster of insane mish mashing of properties from a dozen different universes until political bullshit outside of the actual game forced me to quit.  There was a part 2 of this game set in the world of Babylon 5 that ran for a while and a part 3 that I finished that Mark aka Byeard Maggot played in.  So it ended.  After 10 amazing years and helping me change my life for the better it ended.

So to did the amazing Byeard Maggot, my friend.  A few years later he ended his own life, and knowing the amazing person he was and what he could have done saved mine a few years later when I was considering ending my own after my soul sucking divorce.  This game, especially Part 1 has just been sitting there, but the problem is that Yahoo is run by morons and gets worse every day.  At any minute, this castle made of sand could crash and all of these lovely memories will be gone forever.

It is simply TOO MUCH to do all at once, the interface is worse than it has ever been, but I will salvage both for my own memory and posterity as much as I can.  I originally was only going to save my own thread, but the story is too amazing for me to include just Lucky Day....having said that? I will be engaging in editorial liscence and moments where people slam Mark or myself or my character out of character will be edited out entirely.  But I'll post as much as I can.  As time goes on I'll include more editors comments.

*****

Understand that over a year and a half of the game had already happened on pure email before this group was used.  The group, seven of us, woke up in a Star Fleet shuttle with no memory of how we had arrived there.  Lucky had used his powers to summon the US Spider, having had a bit of magic stored in some gems he would learn about later, saving everyone's lives.  The ship picked them up.  At one point, the Borg attacked the ship and Lucky was 'luckily' on the Bridge after the Captain was killed and managed to keep the ship from being destroyed due to some quick thinking.  He was then made acting captain of the Spider, which didn't go over well with the other refugees from other dimensions.  Needless to say...it all went downhill from there.  I don't remember the gap between that and this...so you're exploring along with me...

**Lucky

Lucky asks the computer,"Hurry if you would...and throw into those 
keywords, "Q", "Lucky", "Tack'kar", "Revaeb" "Winter" "Fade" "Tri'yel" 
"So'oong" "Magic Protection" "Terran Empire".

Activate Program Lucky-7." And with that, there is a shift and brief 
shimmer of transport, and suddenly Lucky is dressed in a rather 
interesting looking set of combat armor with a rather NASTY looking gun 
with all kinds of protrusions on it.
[To security]
"We still have an intruder on board this ship. I wan it searched deck 
by deck if you have to, but FIND them. Random phaser fire is 
authorized so long as it doesn't damage the walls.
[To Ship]
All non-military personelle are to be restricted to quarters. 
Battlestations. 

We are going to Yellow Alert, keep shields and weapons down for now, 
but be ready to raise them at a moments notice.
[To security]
Security, I want all of you patched together...you are to work together 
and shut gravity off at random parts of the ship, especially in 
cooridors. Make sure the area seems clear on internal sensors-if our 
person is invisible, he should be the only one there.
[Directly to Tri'yel]
Tri'yel, if you would please stay on the bridge with the two squads of 
security personel. They seem to want you for some reason, I don't 
intend to let them get you without a fight.

**Maggot

Updates for Lucky:

Regarding the bugs: Recording civilian conversations against their will
without a court order is against starfleet regulations a yadda yadda
yadda...anyway, they won't be able to pick up a lot (A microscopic
microphone is what we intellectuals call "Crappy") but it will be good
enough to work with for normal speech.
Due to the number of such bugs, the computer will need to decipher the info
fairly simply, using certain keywords to see which conversations to watch
for and so on.
To begin with, it just detects a hell of a lot of business deals.
And at least a quarter of the bugs don't report anything.
Then it hears the word "Tr'iyel". But I'm not going to talk about that...>:]
(Actually, it's just starting to decipher the conversation)
The ship sensors just detect a bunch of wierd races and a bunch of Ferengi
on both stations.


Updates for Tach'kar:

You're not sure if he's possessed or not; most spirit forms don't look just
like that. When possessed, they usually tend to be wearing a mask or
something similar. It's not to rule out the possibility, however; it looks
as though he's *sorta* possessed, if nothing else.


Updates for Mr. Lepton:

The owner of the second station more or less tells you to come back later;
he wants to find out more what your stuff is worth before he trades it for
his own (or for his space).
You get more space on the first station for a crate of Klingon disruptors
and power cells (You don't have enough of the local currency to get any).


Updates for Lionness:

You're getting these, right?


Update for Winter:

Your pilot just radioed in saying he has detected a Borg ship, forty-five
minues inbound ETA. It's headed straight for Sagga.
(And as for Mr. Lepton, your boys are asleep at the switch, if you know what
I mean. They'll be figuring this out in a few minutes.)

**Tach

> Updates for Tach'kar:
>
> You're not sure if he's possessed or not; most spirit forms don't look
> just like that. When possessed, they usually tend to be wearing a mask
> or something similar. It's not to rule out the possibility, however;
> it looks as though he's *sorta* possessed, if nothing else.

OOC> Does Tach'kar get any response or the two spirits or whatever just
ignore it?

**Maggott

They ignore it.

**Lepton

> Updates for Mr. Lepton:
>
> The owner of the second station more or less tells you to come back later;
> he wants to find out more what your stuff is worth before he trades it for
> his own (or for his space).
> You get more space on the first station for a crate of Klingon disruptors
> and power cells (You don't have enough of the local currency to get any).
>

There's actually an identifiable owner of the second station? Who? What
do I know about this person? I assume it was a lot of space. I mean,
considering how inexpensive that warehouse sized are was.

>
> Your pilot just radioed in saying he has detected a Borg ship, forty-five
> minues inbound ETA. It's headed straight for Sagga.
> (And as for Mr. Lepton, your boys are asleep at the switch, if you know what
> I mean. They'll be figuring this out in a few minutes.)
>

Sagga? That one of the stations? If it is, then when my men do find out
about it, then we're evacuating as planned. No use sticking around in a
combat zone, not when the enemies never purchase anything (those
borgs..always assimilating whatever they find...but lousy tippers).

**Winter

>
>Update for Winter:
>
>Your pilot just radioed in saying he has detected a Borg ship, forty-five
>minues inbound ETA. It's headed straight for Sagga.
>(And as for Mr. Lepton, your boys are asleep at the switch, if you know what
>I mean. They'll be figuring this out in a few minutes.)

"First Ferrengi, and now those souless Borg." Colorless eyes flicked back and forth among
the assorted troops. "It would seem that this place is about to become very busy." He smiled, 
but it was without warmth. 
While aboard the Federation craft, he had taken the precaution of loading those things called 
'bio-scans' into his tri-corder. The bio-scans in question were of all the ones he had been captured
with. He now set the device to Ty's scan, and instructed it to search for a lifeform aboard this 
floating place that matched it. Since his target was presumably sister to Ty, the device should be
able to locate a close match. 
"Send your warriors out into the station." he instructed the leader of the Empire's men. "Have them learn
all they can of what is going on aboard this place."
He glanced down at the screen. 
"I will find the girl."

(?)


**Tach

I'm assuming that Tach'kar doesn't remember any spirit that would
resemble these spirits possessing Revaeb. So, it tries to examine them
more closely.
<>

Tach'kar the Kreen
-- 

**Lucky

Lucky says to Lioness,"Welcome to the Spider. We belong to the United 
Federation of Planets...or rather, we work for them....and the ship 
belongs to them."

"Can sensors get an internal reading of what's going on inside those 
stations?"

Lucky will have the crew replicate (asap) a series of microscopic 
"bugs" and then beam them over to the stations to listen in on whatever 
the heck is going on over there.

[Editors Note: This game has a LOT of people come and leave....LOTS....]

**Revaeb

> Tach'kar and Revaeb are in a cell no bigger than 4 by 4 meters, which
> has only one entrance. There might or might not be a physical door on
> that entrance, but the entrance is certainly secured with an invisible
> forcefield. The only way for "a blue man darting in front of him and
> around the corner" is that the blue man exits the cell through the

only

> exit, which contains an invisible forcefield. The forcefield that
> Tach'kar hit.

OOC> That makes sense. The blue men aren't necessarily physical
beings anyway.

Revaeb shouts out, "You let him get away! I thought you were here to
help me! He told me he would release the bonds of slavery from me!"

**Tach

OOC> BTW, Tach'kar is looking at the spirit world. That means it made a
circle with its lower right hand and is now slowly walking around the
room and staring at Revaeb.

Tach'kar says over it's: "Don't worry, he is still possessing you."
<>

**Ravaeb

OOC> You have hands? You're an insect!

Revaeb says, "Don't worry that he is? I'm angry that he is! He
promised me he would free my soul, and then you come in here and scare
him off! Why are you waving your hand like that? Is that going to
help me?"

Revaeb makes sure that Tach'kar doesn't see the blue man running
around any corners. In other words, he dispels the effect of the
illusion on Tachie's mind, so he doesn't what Revaeb had originally
planned him to.

**Tach

 OOC> You have hands? You're an insect!

OOC> Haven't you ever seen a Thri-Kreen, man?

> Revaeb says, "Don't worry that he is? I'm angry that he is! He
> promised me he would free my soul, and then you come in here and scare
> him off! Why are you waving your hand like that? Is that going to
> help me?"

Tach'kar says over its universal translator: "I hope so."

**Lioness

Lionness looks around at all the different types of computers. She has
never seen anything like this and when the computer actually speaks she is
a bit taken aback. She will more to stand next to a wall where she is out
of everyones way. 
Not having the foggiest clue what the United Federation of Planets is or
what type of ship this is (perhaps it is some typw of new submarine?) she
stands quitely out of the way watching everyone.

**Magg

Don't worry. I'll figure out a way to drag you into the fray soon enough.
Hopefully.
**Lucky


On Mon, 25 Jan 1999 05:58:05 -0700, Der Maggoch wrote:

>
>
>Tom Ricks wrote:
>
>> Lucky asks the computer,"Hurry if you would...and throw into those
>> keywords, "Q", "Lucky", "Tack'kar", "Revaeb" "Winter" "Fade" 

"Tri'yel"

>> "So'oong" "Magic Protection" "Terran Empire".
>>
>
>It doesn't find any of those. 'Cept "Magic Protection", which it seems 

to

>hear a lot, usually within the context of artifact trading.
>It hears the word Tr'iyel a couple of times.
>As close as it can figure, it's the name of someone on the station who 

is

>with another group.
>

Focus on this.

>>
>> Activate Program Lucky-7." And with that, there is a shift and 

brief

>> shimmer of transport, and suddenly Lucky is dressed in a rather
>> interesting looking set of combat armor with a rather NASTY looking 

gun

>> with all kinds of protrusions on it.
>> [To security]
>> "We still have an intruder on board this ship. I wan it searched 

deck

>> by deck if you have to, but FIND them. Random phaser fire is
>> authorized so long as it doesn't damage the walls.
>
>Your boys start hard-core scanning all over the place.
>If he/she is still around, they'll probably find him/her.
>
>>
>> [To Ship]
>> All non-military personelle are to be restricted to quarters.
>> Battlestations.
>>
>> We are going to Yellow Alert, keep shields and weapons down for now,
>> but be ready to raise them at a moments notice.
>>
>
>I'm assuming you're staying cloaked, though?

Definantly...the magic people might know we're here, but the ferengi 
hopefully don't...and anything I can do to screw up magic sensors the 
better.

>
>> [To security]
>> Security, I want all of you patched together...you are to work 

together

>> and shut gravity off at random parts of the ship, especially in
>> cooridors. Make sure the area seems clear on internal sensors-if 

our

>> person is invisible, he should be the only one there.
>> [Directly to Tri'yel]
>> Tri'yel, if you would please stay on the bridge with the two squads 

of

>> security personel. They seem to want you for some reason, I don't
>> intend to let them get you without a fight.
>
>"Of course."
>She continues to mess with the sensors. She seems to be looking for 

one

>particular ship, as she's punching it's schematics into the computer. 

So

>far, though, she hasn't found it.
>Incidentally, though, it finds the rest of you.
>More on that in a later message...

Understood. ETA on borg?

**Maggot

Tom Ricks wrote:

> Lucky asks the computer,"Hurry if you would...and throw into those
> keywords, "Q", "Lucky", "Tack'kar", "Revaeb" "Winter" "Fade" "Tri'yel"
> "So'oong" "Magic Protection" "Terran Empire".
>

It doesn't find any of those. 'Cept "Magic Protection", which it seems to
hear a lot, usually within the context of artifact trading.
It hears the word Tr'iyel a couple of times.
As close as it can figure, it's the name of someone on the station who is
with another group.

>
> Activate Program Lucky-7." And with that, there is a shift and brief
> shimmer of transport, and suddenly Lucky is dressed in a rather
> interesting looking set of combat armor with a rather NASTY looking gun
> with all kinds of protrusions on it.
> [To security]
> "We still have an intruder on board this ship. I wan it searched deck
> by deck if you have to, but FIND them. Random phaser fire is
> authorized so long as it doesn't damage the walls.

Your boys start hard-core scanning all over the place.
If he/she is still around, they'll probably find him/her.

>
> [To Ship]
> All non-military personelle are to be restricted to quarters.
> Battlestations.
>
> We are going to Yellow Alert, keep shields and weapons down for now,
> but be ready to raise them at a moments notice.
>

I'm assuming you're staying cloaked, though?

> [To security]
> Security, I want all of you patched together...you are to work together
> and shut gravity off at random parts of the ship, especially in
> cooridors. Make sure the area seems clear on internal sensors-if our
> person is invisible, he should be the only one there.
> [Directly to Tri'yel]
> Tri'yel, if you would please stay on the bridge with the two squads of
> security personel. They seem to want you for some reason, I don't
> intend to let them get you without a fight.

"Of course."
She continues to mess with the sensors. She seems to be looking for one
particular ship, as she's punching it's schematics into the computer. So
far, though, she hasn't found it.
Incidentally, though, it finds the rest of you.
More on that in a later message...