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
Jonall Bounty Hunter/Privateer 2/19/2008 2:53:38 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 50	RE: The Waiting Game The Greywolf exits the rift following behind the small transport. Jonall shoots his ship sharply upwards to be in sync with the target transport ship. Lowering the speed of his thrusters Jonall watches as the other vessel enters Meeriad’s  atmosphere. Jonall: Computer quickly charge up weapons, Ion racks and enable the missile too. CPU: Yes Jonall, Arming weapon systems. The Greywolf only could hold one missile, Jonall currently equipped his ship with the ZLO 24 missile by Ziljing Industries. It was wide ordinance missile designed for splash damage rather than impact and penetration. The clusters of shrapnel and the shock of the explosion was designed to disable ships systems rather than destroy a ship. Jonall was going to use his missile to knock the CP3 of it’s current course making it crash land,  in hope of injuring or killing the crew inside the ship. Though Jonall did like a good ground fire fight, he had no time to muck about, once the authorities on Meeriad were aware the two ships were hostile to each other, he would have very little time to take what he wanted and leave the scene. The computer finished arming the weapon systems and Jonall let the missile fire off with all its fury. Exploding next to the CP3, Jonall watched to see the results of the grand explosion to their systems. Jonall: Computer, keep a target locked on that vessel trajectory and make sure you record were it lands. CPU: Yes Jonall.
Asmod Doomfinger MASSIVE WARRIOR DO NOT CROSS Dominion Master 2/19/2008 9:01:56 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 46	RE: The Waiting Game Malcolm: Slag. He had planned to crash, just not like this. Asmod: Human! What has happened?! Malcolm: He shot us. He fights to keep the ship straight, as all jets on the left side had been damaged. As far as Malcolm can tell at the moment, everything is offline except flight controls. That means no SOS--not that it would do much good in a country like Torbald. He throttles back significantly, as crashing at this speed would kill them all instantly. It doesn't take much for the ship to slow down, but it begins to drop significantly. No wings, no lift. He's going to die. I will kill him. thinks Malcolm. Malcolm: Forget hiding yourselves. Hang onto something. The two orcs oblige, scrambling for whatever handhold they can get. The ship has tilted to left due to lack of thrust. Malcolm spots a high dune and aims the ship at its crest, hoping to skip through it enough to slow down, then let the edge of the ship take the first landing impact before the rest of it goes. His biggest worry is where the pirate is now. Sensors and rear view camera are both out. He begins adjusting the thrust nozzles forward to reduce speed. This would be tricky. Moments later, it impacts the top of the dune, skipping off and bouncing upward slightly. He fires the jets on full, the already weakened metal creaking from the sudden strain. Finally, the ship smashes into the sand, digging into it, half-burying itself, and coming to a stop some way away. The wrap-around seat-console does much to reduce the shock Malcolm feels, but it still takes him several seconds to recover. He can't yet tell the orcs' condition, but he'd get to that in a moment. Sand covers the forward window entirely, but Malcolm guesses the pirate is now somewhere in front of them. What remaining thrusters still function, he vectors downward and fires on low enough power not to lift off, but enough to blow up a considerable amount of sand. He releases the seat's grasp on his body and tries to climb to his feet. He feels a horrific pain in his right leg and feels something tugging at it, prohibiting him from moving it. He looks down to see where the frame exploded inward from impact, a twisted piece of metal stuck through his calf. This is the second time the ship has crashed cockpit-first without repair, so it comes as no surprise, but it is rather inconvenient. Thinking fast, he reaches for his Pulse Rifle and rips the BayoSaw into action. For the time being, removing the metal from his flesh would be a bad idea, opening the wound not only to allow the blood to flow freely outward, but allow large amounts of sand to come in. In a shower of sparks, he pushes the BayoSaw through the piece of metal connecting him to the ship, keeping as close to the wound as he can. The saw's chain would become useless in an instant, but it wouldn't much matter if he dies. The metal comes free with a slight tug, pain shooting up through his leg, his vision flaring white for a moment. He fights it and stands on his left foot, stumbling into the rear of the ship. He sees Asmod attempting to wake Engell, who had been hit by an entire cabinetful of metal dishes during the crash. The both of them look heavily bruised, but in working condition. Engell finally wakes, forcefully grabbing Asmod's throat and throwing him to the floor. Engell: Asmod! Asmod: Warchief Hammerskull, we have crashed and must move! Malcolm has dug a pair of goggles up from his belongings and put them on. Malcolm: That pirate's going to be here any second. There should be a pretty good dust cloud outside to cover us. Asmod, set up that claymore and let's move. Asmod leaps into action.
Jonall Bounty Hunter/Privateer 2/19/2008 10:01:47 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 50	RE: The Waiting Game Jonall thrusted the Grey Wolf in pursuit of the crashing ship. He reached an attack speed as he entered Meeriad's atmosphere, there was a creak as the fighter burnt through the first layer of atmosphere but Jonall ignored it until a large explosion came from the rear of the ship. Jonall: Computer what was that!?! CPU: The weapon systems and Hyperdrive have began to over heat the generator, a plasma relay has exploded. All propulsion and weapon systems are offline. Jonall: What! why didn't you deactivate the hyperdrive! CPU: You did not ask so Jonall. Jonall shook the pilot controls with out response, the Greywolf was heading to Torbald quick... to quick! Jonall: Computer what systems are working? CPU: The information processing unit and artificial intelligence, Basic life support, Comms and the ejection seat. Jonall: Dang! Jonall made sure he had his weapons and as the sand ever got closer he pressed the eject button. He sored high above the Greywolf as the jets of the cockpit seat shot him away. As the jets stopped thrusting, a parachute opened up. Jonall watch from above as he saw his fighter crash and burn in the desert sand. His seat slowly lowered him several hundred meters from the crash site were he un-clipped himself from his chair and quickly moved away from the area. He knew his only chance was to get to that shuttle and salvage it if he could, before the authorities or even worse Anoor Rahil found him. He just hope the original owners of the shuttle were in no fit state to fight him as he grabbed his rifle and ran to the last known direction of the vessel.
Asmod Doomfinger MASSIVE WARRIOR DO NOT CROSS Dominion Master 2/19/2008 10:27:38 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 46	RE: The Waiting Game Asmod finishes readying the claymore, the thin trip wire low enough where it wouldn't be too noticeable, and high enough where it isn't likely to be stepped over. He slams the heavy door and rushes through the artificial sandstorm, in the direction in which Engell and Malcolm disappeared. As far as Malcolm can tell, the settlement he wanted to crash near is almost ten miles northeast of their current position, and even with that metal still in his leg to plug the hole, he's leaking. Every step he takes is more painful, the twisted blade probably shaving away at his muscle. The only upside is that he doesn't see the pirate anywhere. The dunes in this area are pretty high, though--he still can't be certain. As he exits the dust cloud, Asmod sees the trail of blood on the ground. It doesn't look good at all. He hurries to catch up with the other two. Asmod: Human, you are bleeding. Malcolm: I know. Asmod sees the wound between the pieces of Malcolm's Ellixan armor. It seems every time Malcolm steps with that foot, a small stream runs down his leg. Asmod: You are badly injured. We must hurry. Malcolm: I know-- Malcolm finds himself flying up onto Asmod's shoulder. Malcolm is almost shocked that the orc could lift him so easily. He is hesitant to accept being carried, but decides not to object. Asmod: Come, Warchief. We must make haste. The orcs take off in a run. Their first priority is to cross a dune, out of sight of the ship.
Jonall Bounty Hunter/Privateer 2/20/2008 9:38:44 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 50	RE: The Waiting Game Jonall sprints across the harsh desert, he knew if he did not find that ship or some were to hide then something on this world would kill him. As he reached the top of a high dune he saw below the shuttle half sunken by sand... It looked a right state. Jonall jumped and hugged the ground; there he set up sight with his XM15... There was no sign of life and the rear hatch of the shuttle was sealed shut. Jonall: They could still be in there… He whispered to himself. Jonall rushed down the dune in a crouch with his weapon ready. The air was still thick with sand and was scratching Jonall's throat. He tied his purple bandana around his face and approached the hatch. On the floor he saw trickles of blood following foot prints... It seemed his friends had headed of but he needed to make sure there was no one else inside that ship. Jonall prepared his flash bang. He quickly swung the hatch open and with a leap backwards he tossed the flash bang inside. A quick bang as it went off followed with a great explosion that lifted Jonall of his feet and sent him spinning up in the air. As he landed on the ground a big crack and a sudden jolt of pain brought him back to his senses. It seemed the flash bang had set off the claymore, anything of worth inside that ship was no more. Jonall rose to his feet, a deep bruising numbness hit his side, a realization that he had broken a rib. Jonall's only hope was to follow the tracks and see were his once targets were heading, if they made it to a settlement then he could heal and recover there... If they did not any rations they had would come in handy. A dread thought of wild beasts, Meeriad military and Rahil came over his head. He scattered and followed the tracks... He noticed three different foot prints and knew at least one was injured. This would be hard.
Asmod Doomfinger MASSIVE WARRIOR DO NOT CROSS Dominion Master 2/21/2008 2:38:02 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 46	RE: The Waiting Game Upon crossing the dune and breaking line of sight with the ship, Malcolm notices something odd in the distance. He simply grunts, brow furrowing. Asmod: What is the matter? Malcolm: Look. Asmod struggles to look past the large man on his shoulder. He notices the dust cloud in the distance intermingled with some smoke. Asmod: That is intriguing. It does not appear to be from our ship. Having read briefly about this country and its hostility, Malcolm can only hope any brigands, pirates, or what have you that are attracted to the distant signal would pass through somewhere else and leave his small party alone. Asmod: Warchief, perhaps you are feeling up to carrying the human. It is as if he grows heavier. Engell: My head still pains me, Doomfinger. Moving him to your other shoulder will help you. Asmod groans and moves Malcolm to his other shoulder.
Jonall Bounty Hunter/Privateer 2/24/2008 11:09:01 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 50	RE: The Waiting Game Jonall reached the tip of a high dune, The struggle up the dusty mountain of sand mixed with the heat and dry hair left him with a loss of breath and a dry sweat. As he looked at the point downwards he saw three figures... Two orcs and a human being carried by one, Jonall crouched and set up aim with his rifle. Jonall was about to give a burst of fire but before he tapped the trigger he saw to the west what seemed to be several automotive vechiles heading to the small party... Jonall believed they were raiders or dune pirates... He layed on his stomach and watched as the drama unfolded for the party he had been tracking.
Asmod Doomfinger MASSIVE WARRIOR DO NOT CROSS Dominion Master 2/24/2008 11:08:42 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 46	RE: The Waiting Game Engell: Look! He points toward the west. They can see... something... it appears to be approaching. It soon becomes apparent that it is a vehicle. No... several. Malcolm: Slag. Asmod: Perhaps they can assist us. Malcolm: Yeah. By making us slaves. Asmod: What do you mean? Malcolm: You're not going to find anything but pirates and marauders out here. Asmod: Indeed?! I would show them a battle! Engell: Doomfinger. Asmod: Warchief? Engell: Three full vehicles approach. We require a plan. Malcolm: Set me down and keep going. Hurry. Engell, obscure him. Confused, Engell awkwardly positions him approximately in between the incoming vehicles and Asmod. Asmod sort of understands. Asmod: You will cover us if things turn poor, yes? Malcolm: Yes. Asmod: Of course. Warchief, let us move! They continue across the sand at a fast pace but without running, hoping that by not showing alarm, the strangers wouldn't just mow them down, with either their vehicles or their weapons. Another minute or two pass before the men in the vehicles arrive. Three open-air off-road vehicles, each with a belt-fed machine gun mounted on the rollbar. One tows a flat-bed trailer. One of the vehicles pulls in front of the two orcs, blocking them, while the other pulls up beside them and stops. Men entirely obscured in garb befitting the desert point guns at them. Asmod looks over his shoulder, unhappy to see the truck with the trailer has stopped where he left Malcolm. It appears two men are heaving Malcolm onto the trailer. Odd. He looks back at the men currently posing a threat. One of the marauders stands up in his seat and speaks. Man: Excuse me, do you know what happened way out here? Looks like a couple ships crashed and we need to... make sure everything's alright. Asmod: No ships. Those were simply our bodies colliding with the ground. Gravity is a harsh mistress. Man: Indeed it is. Well, I guess you two can use a ride then. He waves at the two men in the back of the truck. They jump out with heavy chains and move toward the orcs.
Jonall Bounty Hunter/Privateer 2/25/2008 12:51:27 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 50	RE: The Waiting Game They could of been, military, pirates or mercenaries... In this country all those parties acted like marauders and pirates. Jonall watched as the marauders surrounded the party of three. He could see the Orcs and the marauders were conversing but as they stopped talking the marauders began to bring a set of heavy chains towards the Orcs. Jonall knew that their was a possibility he could be caught to by the marauders and that the party three would be difficult to take on but the group of marauders would impossible to take on… unless he had the advantage of surprise. A vehicle like one of those trucks would give him a better advantage of surviving the dessert, the marauders would definitely have rations and water and in a vehicle like that he could find a settlement and maybe trade it for a space faring vessel. Jonall set up sight of one of the machine gunners in the vehicle, whilst the others were carrying the chains this was the only and perfect time to take out the main threat of the heavy weaponry. Jonall made sure his rifle was set to a three round burst, took sight and using the advantage of the dunes height, he slowly placed his finger on the trigger. Jonall: ‘Ave it! He whispered Jonall let his rifle burst three rounds at the machine gunner of the vehicle closest to the Orcs, taking aim of the second one, hoping he had enough time to take him out before the third one start bombarding him with fire. ((sorry for the inactivity, been working loads and round the girlfriends, but all good now))
Asmod Doomfinger MASSIVE WARRIOR DO NOT CROSS Dominion Master 2/25/2008 6:26:20 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 46	RE: The Waiting Game The marauders had assumed Malcolm was dead and tossed him onto the trailer as loot. The truck with the trailer comes to a stop by the others just as the gunner on one of the other trucks cries out and slumps over. Malcolm determines that means it's time to put his plan into action. Ripping the Royal Armory P80 from its oversized holster on his hip, he leaps from the trailer to the truck. One of the men starts to turn to Malcolm, gun-first, and eats a round from the gaping maw of the P80's muzzle. Malcolm grabs the machine gunner and hurls him out of the truck, taking his place at the mounted machine gun. He rips the charging handle back and trains the gun on the the only remaining machine gunner. Most everybody is incredibly confused at this point.

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