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)

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Chris Storms 1st In Command of SG&C Space Mercenary Dominion Master 3/23/2012 12:16:53 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 77	The Head Case    The low rumble of the massive engines, mixed with the scream of the air intake, vibrated the inside of the Sky Wolf as it flew low over the varying terrain of Meeriad. Through a viewport, Chris and Tom looked down into the valley they were currently sweeping through. A large river moved slowly, twisting and turning through the section of land it had carved away over millions of years. A small fishing boat was coasting easily down the middle of it; the fisherman looking up as they flew overhead.    John sat in a dark corner with his head bowed and his left hand lightly touching his forehead. A rather large vibration shook the ship as Jango made a correction in their flight pattern. John closed his eyes tightly a winced. He opened them again after a minute, grabbed the comm that was conveniently sitting next to him and called up to the cabin.    “Any way you could quiet the engines a bit?” he asked.    “What? No, this is a classic, man. If it doesn’t rumble, it’s just a fancy looking ship. It’s all about the power.” Jake called back.    “Well, do you at least have any earplugs left?” John asked with a weak voice. Chris looked over and smiled.    “That’s what you get for drinkin’ the night away. Zap’ana ale is a biscuit and a half.” He said.    “I wasn’t out drinking. I just have a really bad headache for some reason. It’s getting worse, the longer we stay in this freakin’ loud ship.” John sighed.    “Well, then maybe you could USE some Zap’ana ale.” Tom grinned. John’s sense of humor had obviously bailed out of the flight a while back. He completely missed the joke.    “No, I don’t think that would help. I just need to get off the ship. Hopefully sooner than later.”
John Gibson 2nd In Command of SG&C Out of Work, Apparently Dominion Master 3/23/2012 11:45:37 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 39	RE: The Head Case John pulled himself to his feet with some difficulty and walked over to his footlocker. He pulled out a white pill bottle, swallowed four pills, and fell asleep in 60 seconds flat. Tom looked over at him just in time to watch him slump over and see the pill bottle fall out of his hand. Tom: I think John just downed like a whole bottle of pills and conked way out. Jake: Good. It'll make him stop whining for a while. Jake patted the dashboard lovingly. Chris: It is kind of annoying. My head's starting to hurt a bit too. Have you done anything funny with the Sky Wolf lately, Jake? Jake: Nothing I do with the Sky Wolf is funny. Chris just nodded defeatedly and sat down for the remainder of the flight. It was another 45 minutes of following the giant river through the mountains until Jake called back. Jake: There's the valley. Looks like I can set her down over there beside the river. Finally, the team had been hired NOT to defend somebody against a heavily armed gang, or to rescue a hostage from a militarized force, but to make the trek through a narrow jungle valley to check out what, according to some ancient scrolls, ought to be the mouth to a lost underground city. The canyon was too grown-over to spot the entrance from the air, and even if they could, there would be nowhere to set down their ship. Without a road, they couldn't take the Jeep either, so it would be on foot all the way, lugging backpacks in case they would be out overnight, or even for several days. The Sky Wolf touched down and Jake flipped the engines off.
Jake Conner 3rd in command of SG&C Too much cool for TV. Dominion Master 3/24/2012 12:26:57 AM Level: 289 Experience: 99999999 Total Posts: 16	RE: The Head Case The engines slowly wound down from a bellowing roar to complete silence. Jake hopped up out of his seat and headed back toward the rest of the crew while Jango was busy powering down the Sky Wolf. Chris: So what do we do now? Tom: I dunno, poke him with something? Jake approached the group scratching the back of his head. Chris and Tom were standing over John, who in all his glory, was sprawled out, drooling on himself, and snoring more loudly than the engines of the Sky Wolf. Jake: ..Did he really down a whole bottle of sleeping pills? Tom: Yeah, I'm pretty sure he did. Buuut, I know how we can get him up! Tom walked over to his belonging and started digging through a backpack. Jake and Chris looked at one another then back down to John. Yelling, shaking, slapping- all anything seemed to do was make John snore louder. Moments later Tom walked back over to Jake and Chris, both of which were standing with their hands in their pockets, unsure of what to do about sleeping beauty. The two looked over to Tom, who was stuffing his face with a tuna sandwich. Chris: So what was your idea, Tom? Tom made some guttural sounds as bits of tuna spit out from his mouth. Chris shook his head and waited for Tom to swallow. Chris: Say again? Tom: I don't remember. But this is a pretty good sandwich. Want a bite? Tom shoved the sandwich in Chris' face. Chris stumbled and fell atop John, who was now awake and staring at Tom. John wiped the drool off his face onto his sleeve before speaking. John: ...Is that a tuna sandwich? Tom shoved the rest of the sandwich into his face as if it was about to be stolen from him. After chewing loudly for a what seemed like an eternity, Tom smiled. Tom: Is *was* a tuna sandwich. But now that you're awake, let's get this jungle adventure going!
Chris Storms 1st In Command of SG&C Space Mercenary Dominion Master 3/24/2012 1:00:51 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 77	RE: The Head Case    Chris picked himself up off the floor, wiping bits of tuna off his face in the process. After getting to his feet, he glared at Tom, who didn't seem to notice anything as he picked bread from between his teeth.    "ANYWAY..." Chris started, John winced again, as he was standing right next to Chris. "Oops, sorry." he paused for a moment, looking at John before continuing, "Like I was saying, big hole in the ground. Possible untold wealth. Supposedly some big-butt city. Most definately some type of evil monster for us to fight. What are we waiting for?"    Jake got that little gleam in his eye at the mention of untold wealth. He pushed past the others and hit the release for the ramp. The musty air of the forrest flooded in as soon as the seals were disengaged. Chris' headache picked up with intensity a bit more.    "Ugh." Chris said, reaching up for his head and squinting into the forest. Several small plants and even some of the larger trees had massive flowers blooming on them. "Must be alergies or something." he said, before closing his eyes for a moment. John was doing something similar; the two of them just standing there in front of the open hatch, while the others moved out to secure the area around the ship.    "Come on," John said, "the quicker we get done with this, this quicker we can get out of here. Just take one of these. They help a little." John reached for another bottle of the pills in his nearby bag and tossed them to Chris. Chris took one and swallowed.    "Alright... let's go." he said, after tossing the bottle back to John. John put the bottle in one of his vest pockets before following Chris down the ramp.    By the time Chris' feet hit the dirt at the bottom of the ramp, he felt the pill kick in. His head seemed to spin and he became very disoriented.    "What the heck did you give me?" he asked John.    "Well, it's technically a sedative, but if you take just one, it doesn't knock you out. It just makes you dizzy for a few minutes. You'll recover shortly and should feel.... at least a little bit better." John told him.    "Alright." Chris said, coming to a stop and just standing still once again, this time waiting for the dizziness to pass.
Tom Fender Member of SG&C Wandered the world like Caine from Kung-Fu and got into adventures Dominion Master 3/24/2012 1:37:03 PM Level: 18 Experience: 26800 Total Posts: 96	RE: The Head Case Jake: You gonna live? Chris: Yeah. Jake: Cool. Let's get going. Untold wealth, you know. Jake marched confidently into the thick brush, leaving them behind. John: C'mon, let's get this over with. Chris, John, and Tom hurried to catch up. Jango stood at the mouth of the cargo ramp and waved. Jango: Later guys. I'll be here in the air conditioning if you need me. He mashed the "CLOSE" button, sealing the ship from pesky outsiders such as slimy aliens, and headed back to the cockpit to catch up on some reading. Outside, the jungle was thick. The canopy overhead almost entirely blocked the sun, but it was still blazing hot and humid, and the air was incredibly thick and stifling. Bugs buzzed around their heads incessantly. John: Wow. This place is pretty miserable. He swatted the gnats in front of his face and smashed a rather fat, ugly mosquito on his arm. Tom: You said it. Wow. Tom drew his sidearm and shot the 6-inch mosquito that was preparing to feed on his forearm. The bloodsucker disappeared in a puff of bug parts. The shot rang out through the jungle. What sounded like hundreds of birds, startled by the sound, suddenly took off from somewhere in the trees above them. Chris: Tom, since we don't know what's out here that might be attracted by noise, we may want to try to keep a low profile. Tom: Sorry, but did you see the size of that thing? I kind of forgot to bring my sledgehammer. The jungle drew in closer, a tight weave of vines and brush. Jake drew his machete and began to clear a path for them to proceed. They proceeded single file, following Jake who was doing an excellent impression of a brush chipper. For some reason, the gnats had taken a liking to John's face and tended to swarm there, annoying him. He was swatting furiously when Chris, who was directly behind him, noticed another huge mosquito had landed on John's back. Tom noticed too and peered over Chris's shoulder. Chris looked at Tom and shook his head negatory--he didn't need Tom shooting John. Chris swatted at the mosquito, but the insect ignored him. He slapped it, complete with a loud snap!, and it took off into the woods. This startled John. Chris: Sorry. Mosquito. John: Oh, thanks. John turned back to his gnats. They trudged.
Jake Conner 3rd in command of SG&C Too much cool for TV. Dominion Master 3/24/2012 4:56:36 PM Level: 289 Experience: 99999999 Total Posts: 16	RE: The Head Case Tom: So where exactly are we going again? Tom looked over his shoulder to John who was trailing a short bit behind, still busy swatting away bugs. He took a moment from his bug swatting to point off into the depths of the woods. John: That way. For a long time. Tom: Good thing I packed a bunch of tuna sandwiches. John: ..I don't think tuna will stay good for very long out here. Tom: Just means I have to eat it all at once. No big deal. Tom smiled innocently and turned his attention to Jake, who was still trailblazing ahead all the while whistling whatever tunes came into his head. Hours seemed to have gone by, and at times it felt like they were walking in circles. The sounds of both familiar and unfamiliar animals seemed to follow the group wherever they went. The filtered light that shone through the jungle canopy slowly dimmed as the day went on and slowly turned into night. The group slowed to a halt when Jake stopped, having trouble cutting through some thorn-covered vines which blocked the path ahead of them. Jake glared his eyes at the vine and wandered over to a nearby log and plopped down. He set his backpack beside and began to dig through it. Jake: Machete's getting dull. Chris: It's getting pretty dark anyway. Might be smart to set up a camp before we lose all light out here. Chris shoved his hands into his pockets and looked up at what bits of the crimson-colored sky could be seen through the canopy. The sun was slowly creeping off towards the horizon. Jake pulled out a sharpening stoned and yawned as he started sharpening the machete. Chris and Tom started gathering up bits of wood that were nearby for building a fire. John started unpacking the tent he had brought with him. The entire group stopped what they were doing and stared at one another when a loud rumbling sound tore through the entire jungle. Complete silence followed it for several long moments before the ambient sounds of the jungle slowly returned.
Tom Fender Member of SG&C Wandered the world like Caine from Kung-Fu and got into adventures Dominion Master 3/24/2012 8:01:04 PM Level: 18 Experience: 26800 Total Posts: 96	RE: The Head Case John: What the heck was that? Jake: Beats me. Chris grabbed his radio to contact Jango. Chris: Jango, come in. He waited a moment for a response but heard nothing but the droning hiss of the empty radio waves. Chris: Jango, this is Chris. Hello? You there? Nothing. Chris: Why do these slagging things never work? John pulled his radio out of its place in his backpack and switched it on. John: Hello, Chris, do you read? Nothing came over Chris's radio. John: You're on the wrong channel. Chris: I'm not on the wrong channel! Look! John looked. John: It's broken... Jango, Jango. Do you read? This is John. Over. And... nothing. John: Piece of junk. Then, simultaneously, Chris's and John's radios emitted an ear-splitting screech. They scrambled to shut them off. Chris: Whoa! John: That was harsh--ARGH! John grabbed his head, the headache suddenly becoming much sharper. He mashed his temples to try to make it stop. Chris: You gonna live? John: I hope so. Jake: I'm starting to feel a headache set in myself. Chris looked severe. Then he looked at Tom. Chris: Tom, you feeling anything? Tom: I'm feeling like this tuna is gooooooooo-ood! Chris: I mean more in the noggin region. Tom: Now that you mention it, there's a bit of a dull pain in my temples. Chris: Something's not right here. John grunted. John: You think? Jake: It's probably just something in this region we're allergic to, John especially. John: I've never had a headache like this before. Jake: You've also never been here before. Chris: But what the heck was that sound? Jake: Freaking zombie demon from outer space... John finished setting up his tent and turned to the others. John: Guys, I need some sleep to hopefully shake this headache, otherwise I'm useless. Chris: All right. Tom, you and I will take first watch. There's something weird going on, and it ain't allergies. Stay alert. Jake unrolled his sleeping bag and used it as a cushion to sit up against a tree with his rifle across his lap. He promptly passed out. Minutes earlier, at the Sky Wolf, Jango nearly dropped his book when he heard the mysterious rumbling sound. He set the book down and peered out the window. The darkness outside was absolute as well as the silence. His hand moved to flip the switch for the exterior floodlights, but he quickly thought better of it. He had no idea what was outside and figured his best chance was if he wasn't seen. He switched off the reading light, plunging the interior into matching darkness, save a few LEDs lit up on the dashboard. He gazed out the window, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the night. He could make out the shapes of huge jungle trees and plants as well as the nearby river. The sounds of jungle creatures slowly returned, almost as a sign of "all's well", but Jango couldn't shake the eerie feeling. He finally hit the transmit button on the radio. Jango: Guys, this is Jango. Do you copy? Over. A low hiss. Jango: Don't mess with me. I'm not in the mood. Do you guys read? Over. Still nothing. Jango noticed a dull pain behind his eyes suddenly and realized that he should probably get some sleep. How could he, though, being stuck in a jungle with strange rumbling noises and no contact with the team? There wasn't much he could do about it though. He went over to one of the weapon lockers and pulled out an M4. He chambered a round and stood it up next to his seat, making sure the safety was on. He sat back down, double-checked the locks on the Sky Wolf, and closed his eyes to attempt to sleep. After a few minutes, he picked up the rifle and laid it on his lap. This was going to be a long night.
Chris Storms 1st In Command of SG&C Space Mercenary Dominion Master 3/24/2012 10:03:37 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 77	RE: The Head Case    Jake and John slept silently as Tom and Chris walked around the area, keeping an eye out for anything moving. The problem was, there were many things moving in the woods. Snakes, small woodland creatures, all types of large insects, everything you could shake a stick at. It gave Chris the willies just thinking about all the things crawling around him.    Every few minutes, Tom and Chris would pass each other. Every time this happened, Tom seemed to have a new tuna sandwich that he was chowing down. He held a gun in one hand, and his sandwich in the other.    "Does the forest not have you on edge?" Chris asked upon one of these passings.    "Completely. But if I don't eat these sandwiches, they're going to spoil." Tom said, shoving his mouth around another portion of the sandwich.    "Well, just make sure you're not paying more attention to the sandwiches than to what is out there." Chris said, motioning over his shoulder into the woods.    As Chris and Tom separated to make another loop, the sound of something walking nearby made them both stop in their tracks. Tom's sandwich hung loosely out of his mouth as he aimed his gun on the noise. The sound of the footfalls was definately bipedal and large, but not huge.    Chris' head started pounding, his eyes became unfocused, and he had a hard time keeping his feet. He stood his ground though, and kept his rifle aimed on the unseen menace that was stalking through the trees. After a couple minutes of a tense stand-off, the pressure on Chris' head releaved, and the large creature moved further into the forest.    "Did you feel that?" Chris whispered coarsley over to Tom, who was still standing there with a partial sandwich hanging out of his mouth.    "Mmmf mnum mff." Tom replied. Chris decided he didn't care, and continued walking his route.
John Gibson 2nd In Command of SG&C Out of Work, Apparently Dominion Master 3/24/2012 11:53:50 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 39	RE: The Head Case Just as Chris and Tom distinguished the footfalls from the ambience of the jungle, John's eyes wrenched open from his sleep and he bolted upright... ... then shut his eyes up tight, his skull feeling like it was cracking and splintering under its own weight. He doubled over, clutching his head; squeezing almost seemed to make the incredible crushing pain subside ever so slightly -- and any slight help would be enough. He scrambled deliriously to his feet, paying no mind to his rifle clattering to the ground. His hands began clawing at his shirt, trying to pull it off; he didn't know why, it just needed to come off. He stumbled toward Chris and Tom, and as the thing moved away from them, John tripped and tumbled headfirst into the ground, shirt hanging around his neck. The collision was enough to finally calm him, particularly since it blacked him out for a moment. His head spinning, he started to come back to his senses, and as he began to control his breathing and hold still, he heaved his guts out. The sound of his wretching guts finally got the other two's attention, who, in their edginess, almost turned muzzle-first to the new noise before realizing it was just John. John wiped his mouth and looked up at them, the pain in his head finally dulling to where he could function. He spoke with difficulty through deep breaths. John: Guys... I think I'm sick. Chris: Quiet. They lowered their voices to a whisper. Chris and Tom were still scanning the claustrophobia-inducing foliage bearing down on them. John: ... What? Chris: We just heard something out there. John shook his head and blinked, uncomprehending. John: ... What? Tom: There was something out there waiting for us. Chris: We heard movement. Big. Then it just left. John's heart took another jump. Chris and Tom looked at each other, minds processing in tandem. Chris: Stay here... or find a new spot? Tom: With how close it got, it had to know we were here. Chris: Right. But it left. Tom: Right. They looked severely at each other for a few more moments. Chris: Your head? Tom: It hurt. Chris nodded. Chris: Well, looks like we're staying here through the night. John... You're going to need some more of those pills. ------ Jango tossed and turned in his seat for a good hour. He opened his eyes and checked around the cockpit. He was still alone. He looked out the windscreen. Just jungle out there. Closed his eyes, tossed, turned, opened his eyes, checked the cockpit... still alone. Looked out the windscreen. Still jungle. He sighed and walked to the cockpit door. Something about the empty, dark cargo bay was creeping him out. He lit it up with the weapon light on his M4, and, satisfied that there were no people or creatures there, slid the cockpit door closed and locked it. He turned back to the windscreen and couldn't stop thinking about something looking in at him. He curled up on the cold floor behind the seat and finally felt a little better. Security measures in place, he dozed off in a couple of minutes and had nightmares about aliens bursting out of his chest.
Jake Conner 3rd in command of SG&C Too much cool for TV. Dominion Master 3/25/2012 12:24:21 AM Level: 289 Experience: 99999999 Total Posts: 16	RE: The Head Case It was a long, cold night. Not even the light of the stars and moon above pierced the thick canopy. The only light that kept their encampment company was the small campfire which they had built earlier. The forest loomed around them, it had them in its clutches. The first day in this forest proved to be just as emotionally draining as it was physically. Nobody caught more than a few moments of sleep. The moment the sun illuminated the woods enough to distinguish the path forward, the crew packed up their belongings and left no trace behind of their visitation. It was time to move on, deeper into the unknown ahead. It wasn't very long before the group had come to a halt in their trip. Chris had stopped, and was staring at a handheld GPS he was carrying. He gave it a hard shake, and even hit a few times. He seemed frustrated. Chris: You've gotta be kidding me.. Chris muttered under his breath to himself. Jake: What's the holdup? Chris: The GPS which we've been using to not get lost is on the fritz. John: What do you mean "on the fritz"? The group closed in Chris and all had to poke their head in to peer at the GPS. The screen was a jumbled mess of lines and pixels. Chris: It's just like the radios. Has anybody even tried those lately? Tom: Yeah, I tried to get ahold of Jango to let him know not to eat my beef jerky that I forgot to put away, buuut it didn't work. There was a collective sigh. Reality slowly set in now. They were in the middle of a forest. They had no communications, no satellite navigation, and something knew they were there. Jake: So what now? John: Well I've got a map of the area. It isn't very detailed since nobody has exactly mapped this place out, but it's all we've got. John dropped his backpack off of his back and pulled out a small folded up map from a side pocket. He unfolded the rather simple map and scratched his head, trying to figure out where exactly they were. Jake: Do we even know which way is north? John dug in his pocket for his keys and yanked them out . He conveniently had a compass on his keyring. He stared blankly at it. Chris: So which way, chief? John: Well..The compass isn't exactly working.. The needle in the compass was slowly spinning completely around inside of it's metal enclosure. Slowly however, it began to spin faster and faster. John closed his eyes tightly and dropped the compass. It fell into the dirt below as John placed a hand on his forehead. John: Urgh..I'm getting that headache again..

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