Active Plots (Alphabetical) - Updated 8/21/2010

Can't I Have Any Time? - (Eruantion Doriath [?], Amonost Doriath [?])

End of Solitude - (Verda Stelo [?])

No More Grape Soda - (Alex Dean [?], Samuel Jorgenson [?], Leon Mecheeto [?])

Questionable Means - (Tawny Black [?], Ishkan Ma'z)

Author	Comment
Chris Storms 1st In Command of SG&C Space Mercenary Dominion Master 11/6/2008 7:03:44 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 77	RE: We're dadgum adventurers for hire! Chris seems to appear behind them, from no where. Chris: How is it? John: Red. Chris: I can see that. John: No. Taste it. John dips some out and splashes it into Chris's face. Chris licks his lips. Chris: Woah. It's red. John: That's what I was telling you. Tom: I wonder if they have blue? I want to taste blue. Tom wanders off in search of Blue. Chris: This place is a bit weird, don't you think?
Tom Fender Member of SG&C Wandered the world like Caine from Kung-Fu and got into adventures Dominion Master 11/16/2008 1:23:30 PM Level: 18 Experience: 26800 Total Posts: 96	RE: We're dadgum adventurers for hire! Dr. von Latehnschtun finally gets a grip and decides that he came here for one thing, and, by Pete, he's going to do it. It may not be exactly how he intended to do it which was by dusting stuff off and deciphering archaic symbols, but at least this would be easier. All he'd have to do is ask. Maybe they even had some pamphlets. A week passes. The archaeology team has discovered much, and, yes, the natives did have pamphlets. With these in hand, the team prepares to depart and head back to civilization. Gregory stands before the tribal leader, putting in the final word. Gregory: We thank you for all your help. This will definitely be changing the history books. Leader: Safe travels, my friend, and party hard. Gregory holds his hand up in a gesture mirroring that of the leader's. Gregory: Thank you. Party hard. In SG&C's Jeep, Jake loads a new belt into the M240 machine gun. He and several natives had been shooting it yesterday and finished up the belt he had in it all week. He finishes and leans up against the Jeep's roll bar and waves to any natives who are paying attention. Jake: Party hard! They all return the gesture. Chris, John, and Keith saddle up, cranking the Jeep up. Tom and Megan pile into the second expeditionary vehicle with the archaeologists. All respective drivers shift into gear and head out into the dark jungle of the Deeps, headlights flicking on simultaneously. John breathes a heavy sigh. John: Well, here we go again. As if finally tired of giving them trouble, the dense jungle didn't throw much at them as they returned to civilization. They spotted an Omegatoad judging them, but that was the worst they had encountered. They roll to a stop in the university courtyard. The Jeep's brakes squeal loudly, sending shivers down the occupants' spines. Chris jumps out and heads up to the lead vehicle currently being exited by Stanley and Gregory. Chris: Need any help with this stuff? Archaeology students and professors from the university flood out into the courtyard, excited to hear about the expedition. Gregory gives a glance at the group. Gregory: I don't think that will be necessary. Let me go to my office and cut the check for your payment. I will return shortly. Without another word, the doctor disappears into the university main hall. He soon returns with a check for 14,000 tape. Chris takes it, thanking him for his business, and returns to the driver seat of the company Jeep Wrangler. Megan and Tom climb onto the sidesteps and away they go to the landing pad where they left the Sky Wolf. Jake grabs the roll bar and pulls himself up out of his seat melodramatically as they approach the Sky Space Wolf. Jake: What the... Some enormous buttwipes had drawn graffiti all over the hull of the Sky Space Wolf. Jake: No! He jumps out before the Jeep even stops and runs over to the ship like an over-protective mother runs to her child who scraped his knee. The bright green, purple, blue, and other colors he didn't care to name weren't exactly complimentary to the Sky Space Wolf's jet black finish. He turns around swiftly, staring back on the city, and draws his M1911 from its thigh holster. Jake: Who's the dirtbag who did this? I'm going to frag him. I'm going to frag him till he gibs. John comes over and places a hand on his shoulder. John: Dude, they're long gone. Jake: I can kill the whole town. John fights a sigh. John: You don't have enough bullets. Jake: But... John: No. You don't need to kill a city over this. It's just some paint. I'll help you get it off. Come on, let's go. Now that Jake's demeanor has changed from homicidal rage to bummed out, John helps him up the loading ramp into the ship. Tom and Megan jump off and go inside as Chris follows them in with the Jeep. The loading ramp closes and Jake begins prepping the ship for takeoff. Jake: Don't tell him over the radio. I'll tell Jango in person. John nods knowingly but thinks about how ridiculous it is that Jake is getting so worked up about this and thinks Jango will too. Whatever. He leans back in his chair, kicking his feet up onto the dash and lacing his fingers behind his head. He closes his eyes. The communication device beeps, indicating an incoming caller identifying himself as "JANGO". Jake hits the receive button. Jango: Hey, guys, welcome back. The hangar's open and awaiting your arrival. Jake: Thanks. See you in a minute. The cabin rocks violently as the modified air ship fights to break out of the atmosphere and gravitational pull. Jake is hopeful for a moment as he thinks of the friction melting the graffiti. He does a couple barrel rolls to try to help it. John is startled and nearly flies out of his seat despite the seatbelt. John: What the heck are you doing?! Jake: Tryin' to get that slag off my baby! John grunts, pulling his hat down low over his face, and tries to resume his relaxed position. They soon make it up into the hangar of their capital ship and land.

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