Brandt (D) is perched on the roof of his shuttle, a small device sitting at his side occasionally popping out a crystalline prism and launching it through the air; at the end of its arc, Sirius leaps to catch it, shattering it in his jaws, the fragments raining down before dissolving into a powder quickly blown away. **
Frank makes some fine tune adjustment to the trajectory of his watch, keeping the time precise to the nearest hour. **
Brandt (D): "You really like that stuff, don't you Frank?"
Frank: "Hmm? You mean the crystal or the old watch?" he says, giving a moment to stop working and pay attention to Brandt instead.
Brandt (D): "The crystal. Ragistan's starfish doesn't eat much, I figured you wouldn't either, heh."
Frank: "Oh," keeps his watch close, then slides it back into his shirt pocket, "Can't compare two different beings and expect the same results. It doesn't taste very good, but it has this invigorating feel to it."
Damien walks into the bay, stops to look around for a moment, spots the crystal-snatching mechanical wolf, and heads in that direction. **
Brandt (D): "Hey, I didn't say it would be great...just that the starfish liked it..." *trails off slightly and nods toward Damien in midbay.*
Frank: "Ah, what happens if you eat it? I am sort of a special case if I eat what might as well be flesh to me."
Damien: *As he gets closer to the events happening around Brandt's shuttle, he speaks to no one in particular: "That's interesting."*
Brandt (D): "Probably nothing good...probably like eating rocks. At any rate, I'm just fine with my own vices, thank you." *Raises a sprig of some herb and resumes chewing on it, his attention turning toward Damien, punctuated by a quick shout* "Hey, heads-up!"
Damien looks up in response to Brandt's shout. "What?!?" **
Brandt (D) watches as one of the projectiles shoots in his direction, and the mechanical wolf vaults into the air, seeming to fly at an intercept path to snatch the mini-drone, and showering Damien in harmless bits of the fractured crystal **
Damien: "Oh"
Frank slides out his watch and tinkers with it some more **
Damien looks around the shuttle until he finds handholds (or something that will work as such), then climbs up. **
Brandt (D) gives a slightly dismissive shake of his head before giving the machine a tap. As each flies out, the drone begins to veer, raising the difficulty and making the wolf race side to side to snatch each "You have to keep aware of your surroundings...you're in a hangar, no telling what might happen at any time." **
Damien: "Guess your right about that. The last maintenance bay I worked in didn't have as many people working in it, so I didn't have to worry about it as much."
Damien watches the wolf flying around catching the drones. **
Damien: "How's he flying? I don't see any thrusters."
Brandt (D): "Was that with the Orphan Star?" *With one hand he turns the spring to the other side of his muzzle and his head tips in a nod* "Brandt."
Brandt (D): "Directional Gravitic Field. Pretty standard stuff, and I know you humans have something similar."
Damien: "Damien. Nice to meet you."
Damien: "Actually, we don't have anything like that, though it would be nice."
Ragistan yawns his giant mouth open as he walks into the bay to get some food for his passenger who still sits on his forhead. **
Brandt (D) casts a side-glance at Damien as if he doesn't believe the statement but shrugs it off "it's...pretty simple tech, actually... A collection chamber draws a steady Neutrino feed which locally distrupts gravitons." **
Damien: "Interesting. Maybe you could show me the parts sometime."
Brandt (D): "Well, I try not to meddle with Sirius' structure too much. But I could show you one, sure. But I really am sure you...Concordat...people make use of the technology already."
Damien: "No... We don't. This is the first I have heard of it."
Ragistan looks to Brandt. "What is concordat?" **
Brandt (D) now looks down to Ragistan like someone's losing their minds (he's not sure if it's Rage or himself) "What do you mean? It's the ruling governance for the greater part of the galaxy. You Ktorn are members...one of your trade cartels discovered our space a few decades ago." **
Damien: "Wait. What?" *Realizes he missed Brandt saying 'Concordat'* "I've never heard of that group."
Ragistan cocks an eyebrow. "Wasnt one of our cartells, we are planet based...there are a few ships that come now and then...but they are very very rare, my suit components came from one of them but thats just because I am part of the ruling family..." **
Brandt (D) still focuses toward Rage "You mean you've never been off this world?" **
Ragistan laughs at that. "Of course not! You could talk to hundreads of people and likely never find one who has left...you could very probobly talk to every person on this ship and find you are the only one who has ever left the atmosphere..." **
Brandt (D) tilts his head slightly, considering the short list of people he's met "So...other than Wraith...and this Orphan Star group, and some others.." **
Damien looks towards Rage and smirks. "He's right, Brandt. I doubt very many from this planet have ever left the planet." **
Ragistan shrugs. "I wouldnt count on many of the orphan star folk from being off world either, some of them maybe but not all, probobly not even most." **
Brandt (D): "Wow..."
Frank says, "Damn!" and a spring flies from his hand and on to the ground several feet away from the group **
Brandt (D) snaps his head toward Frank, then toward the (approximate) landing position of...whatever that was "You alright over there?" **
Frank: "Yeah, just lost a spring, then everything else fell apart.Anyway, wacha young ones talking about?"
Ragistan nods toward Brandt. "The pup thinks we can all fly thrrough space, just correctin him." **
Brandt (D): "Frank, where are you from?"
Frank: "Hmm? Somewhere far away from here. Can't recall the name that well,"
Brandt (D): "See, Frank's from off-world."
Ragistan: "One of the other islands?"
Ragistan: "I think its fair to say half of him is from off world." he says pointing out the crystals.
Brandt (D): "Hmm."
Frank: "Yes, thats true."
Damien: "Actually, he didn't say that. He didn't even specify distance."
Frank: "Yeah I am from off world."
Damien takes a closer look at Frank, just noticing the strange lines of crystals in his body. **
Damien: "That's odd. What are you?"
Frank: "Me? I don't know. Scientifically, you could call me a biological crystalline being."
Brandt (D): "Yeah, that might be a good question for Mai...she's best with medical matters."
Damien: "Hmm. And your name is..." *Pauses as he recalls the name he heard earlier* "Frank, right?"
Frank: "Yea. Last I checked anyway," he chuckles.
Damien: "Who is Mai?"
Brandt (D): "Our medical expert."
Damien: "Ahh."
Damien looks towards Rage. "I don't recall getting your name." **
Ragistan looks to Damien and frowns. "It was Ragistan C'tarn...My family is the one who runs the C'tarn trade cartel..We met when you came aboard." **
Frank: "Yeah thats somewhat surprising," he says, scratching his beard
Damien: "Oh, I see."
Damien: "Well, it was nice meeting you all."
Brandt (D): "So what about you, Damien?"
Damien: "What about me?"
Brandt (D) shrugs lightly "Whatever you're comfortable with sharing. You're from here, but got mixed in with Orphan Star somehow, right?" **
Damien: "I was hired by them. Initially as a low-level tech."
Damien: "I didn't know it was for them initially, either. The company I work for is part of the group of companies that are covers for the true operations of that organization."
Brandt (D): "So they're trying to hide their purpose here?"
Damien: "Yes. I thought I informed you of that during our first meeting."
Damien: "Is there anything else that you would like to know?"
Brandt (D): "I'm not interrogating you, just curious."
Damien: "Hmm. I'm not sure."
Brandt (D): "Well, anything else you're curious about?"
Damien: "Why are you interested in Orphan Star?"
Brandt (D): "A few of their pilots were involved in an attack on a native village, we think they might know more as a group."
Damien: "I see. What type of mechs were they piloting?"
Brandt (D): "Fairly standard for what I've seen. Humanoid form, missiles, rifles..."
Damien: "Probably a couple of their low level pilots trying to prove themselves."
Brandt (D): "Maybe, I guess we'll see."
Damien: "I have a feeling they may attack me if they realize how much I know."
Damien: "And know that I'm with a group that is working against them."
Brandt (D): "Who is that?"
Damien: "The ones I think will attack me? Orphan Star, of course."
Brandt (D): "No, who is working against them...and why?"
Damien: "Umm, I thought you and your group were."
Brandt (D): "I'm pretty sure we're not planning an assault or anything...we'd just like some answers as to why they were there."
Damien: "I don't know if they will part with those answers easily. These orphans hold themselves in very high regard. They even look down on me. Threaten anyone that gets in their way. I could rant about how they treat people for a while."
Brandt (D): "Well, maybe it'll come to that, then, I don't know. But that's not our plan."
Damien yawns. **
Damien: "Well, I would be prepared in case it does happen. Personally, I'd rather not be involved in the meeting, but I will if needed."
Brandt (D): "It will probably be necessary, but that's Ragistan's decision to make.
Damien: "So we are working for him?"
Brandt (D): "I'm fairly certain he will try to avoid a direct conflict...we aren't prepared for a war, however small, against a merc group... Though I suppose we could try to encourage the Leviathan's favor..." *Chuckles*
Damien: "Leviathan?"
Brandt (D): "In a way, yeah... Almost everyone here is either in the C'tarn's employ" *Gestures to the hangar crew* "or directly contracted with them, like Wraith."
Brandt (D): "Remember the big shark the other day? That's a Leviathan."
Damien: "Big shark?"
Brandt (D) nods **
Brandt (D): "That's what it looks like to me, at least."
Damien: "Hmm."
Brandt (D): "And it's made of the same stuff Frank is."
Damien: "Interesting."
Brandt (D): "More than a little bit, yeah."
Frank: "Wonder what it eats," he says, returning from the washroom
Brandt (D): "What do you eat?"
Frank: "Food? Hmm, just what I used to eat before I become a biological crystalline being."
Brandt (D): "So, it probably eats whatever Leviathan's eat, but it likes the crystal."
Frank: "Oh and plus you get these weird cravings for crystals, particularly after you get hurt."
Damien: "What does the cook normally prepare for us?"
Frank: "Space Glop?"
Brandt (D): "Pretty open order... I mean, he's not really stocked for /anything/ but with a varied crew on-board, you have to have a variety.
Damien: "I hope he can do Quetzecal cooking regularly."
Brandt (D): "Probably can."
Damien: "What do you prefer, Brandt?"
Brandt (D): "Honestly I haven't tried much but my own. It's not the best for taste, but as meals go, it gets the job done. I should ask the Wolfen on-board if he would recommend anything, though."
Damien: "Hmm. Maybe at one of the next meals."
Brandt (D) nods "Perhaps. I guess I'm just not known for being adventurous. Then again, I did come all the way out here. One of the first of my kind to leave our territory.." **
Damien goes through his mental list of who he has met: Brandt, Frank, Rage, Wraith (during the meeting). "Who in the group haven't I met?" **
Brandt (D): "Ardith is usually around somewhere, that's her mech over there." *Gestures toward one of the machines docked in the carrier.* "And Mai, that's her shuttle there."
Damien: "Well, I find it safer to mess with other people's mechs when they are there. So I'll pass on searching around it for now."
Brandt (D) nods **
Damien: "Unless you can think of anything else you want to ask or tell me, I think I'll go go back to bed."
Brandt (D): "Nah, pleasure to meet you, as they say, Damien."
Damien: "Nice meeting you too. Take care."
Damien carefully heads out of the bay and back to his room.

I managed to add in some name formatting so it's not quite as hard to read...but I'll admit, it can still be pretty rough.

Bish, how about some bonus IP? I'm pretty sure everyone made a showing both weeks (though not all were directly involved, which is fair enough imo), and it's not the easiest to strip out the formatting from an Open log Or the stray OOC bits.

Bish posted to the room so I'll record it here (should probably check the logs and record the IP he gave us the other session, too:

5IP to everyone for the two RP sessions posted above and a few pages back

Just lettign peole know, im probably gonig to be made redundant this coming Thursday.
Natuarlly I will be focusing on gettign a new job, but it does mean I might have more time for you guys with art and such!

FINISH DRACHE! (And don't say it is finished, you know what I mean!)

I'll admit, that was my second thought. My first was that that sucks, man. If you DO find a job where you have to work Saturdays, make sure there's some reasonable time for us Americans that you can keep running the game. We'll cross that bridge when the time comes. Again...

Another thought that occurred to me recently: Brandt could have easily handled the flesh geckos with his grav-bow emitters. I hadn't (until now) considered their use as an entangling weapon for things so small, but their /purpose/ is to grip objects ~1kg or less.

Heyy, I hear there are some jobs available in the US these days! -shiftyeyes-

There are?!

As silly as Felix is being atm, in truth, I /do/ live relatively nearby to the Lindt chocolate HQ, apparently. Which if you're thinking of putting in resumes places, a rival chocolatier is a great idea. Unless you had a noncompete clause to your contract...those can be tricky.

I wouldl ike to point out that the above person is NOT me, and you do not have the next two saturdays off!

and neither do you get the skills upgrades!

Howevwer, if you find out who this person is, and deliver their head to me, you may have TWO free upgrades to a skill, as well as me donig custome artwork for you.

Interesting. It appears as if the 'person' above you is making an informative post and then jamming in a crap signature. This can't go on.

Damn, missed it entirely, so I have no clue what's going on.

Besides, we don't want the next any saturdays off...Except maybe Mir, who can't make it