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Scrazza wrote:thanks for the event Dark.

(what now?)

You're welcome.

Now, you can RP a bit, interact with each other and do whatever until I make another EVENT, or PLAYER EVENT or whatever it is I feel like doing. That event was just for fun and to show you guys how it works on this RP.. kinda..

But in the future, everyone involved MUST PM me before I write it, because I won't write it until I'm pm'd. Anyway, I'll explain more next time we have an event. Or you can just ask Ghosty about this stuff, because he knows about it as well as I do.

Guys, just a tip on writing, try writing what the characters think like this:

Cadet_Commissar_Ludd wrote:Feth it, Niall thought, he wasn't going to sit at his desk all day pushing paper. He would carry out his commander's obvious intentions, keep an eye on that Houston fellow... Trooper Virgil can have a chance to prove himself at long last, the jumped-up child. He immediately set out for Virgil's billet, the next stage of his plan already formed in his mind.

thanks dark

"Gak, I can't sleep"Virgil thought.
He got up trying to find his lighter and his pack of Lho sticks. He lighted one before getting his uplifting primer again. He would fall asleep while reading and smoking narcotics. Just as he always did.

Player event

The communicator pad on the wall next to Tor's bed buzzed. He pressed a button on it.
"Yes?"
"Hey, Tor, it's Niall. Feel like hitting the pub?"
Tor thought for a minute.
"Yeah, I'd like that."
"Alright, I'll meet you at the Devout Saint in ten minutes."
"Bye."
Tor switched the hab-communicator off.

Ooops, sorry dark.

Cadet_Commissar_Ludd wrote:Niall could smell the Iho sticks before he turned the corner, anyother day he would reprimand Virgil for using the narcotics but today, he could use that against him...
He burst through the door to the poor troopers billet.
"What are you smoking Virgil?" his loud voice filled the billet, Niall smiled, that would scare the trooper.

You can't just walk into peoples apartments you know. :-)

Also, it seems we have a story contradiction. I suggest you two just meet at the pub then us this-that-'n'-the-other against Tor Virgil.


Remember, FIRST NAMES!

Yah, I posted it like moments after you called a player event, sorry.

Virgil got up again. A bit annoyed and a bit relieved. He was going to the pub after all.He tidied himself. and took his Lho sticks and lighter with him. just as he was about to open the door, he thought it a good idea if he had some weapons on him. He took his Knife and Autopistol and slung them at his side. Now he was ready. after a good walk Virgils stood before the Devout Saint. He never been here before.
"let's find out then"
and he went inside.

(damned lag again!)

Niall sat in a dingy corner of the hellhole that passed for a pub in these parts, his leering face and holstered pistol warning off any unfortunate beggars. Niall looked up as Tor Virgil walked in, he raised a quizzical eyebrow Armed, this boy's smarter than I thought Niall stood up and beckoned the trooper over.

Ah there is Niall.
Virgil Walked towards Niall. He wondered why he asked him to come here. This was no place for the sergeant to be, he knew that.
What's up sir.

(sorry I'm going away for a few hours. "Tall ship's race" sorry!)

(OOC- FAIL!!! scrazza, are we meant to be acting out a Player Event like this?)
"Sit down Tor, I have a little proposition for you..."
"Yes sir?"
"Please, call me Niall."
"Um, ok." what is going on????
"Would you like an amasec?"
"Yeah, fine."
They talk about the various amendments to the new gas bolters... Once Tor is a little drunk, Niall raises the topic at hand.
"Tor, I would like you to do a little job for me"
Ah, the meat of the issue. Tor thought.
"I would like you to just keep an eye on this Houston fellow, are you ok with that?"
"Um yes sir."
"Good, thank you Tor."
Niall got up and left the pub, he had got exactly what he wanted...

what do you want me to do sir?



(I will return!)
(sorry)

(Hope you don't mind Scrazza, I've done that bit for you)

Cadet_Commissar_Ludd wrote:(Hope you don't mind Scrazza, I've done that bit for you)

That's fine, what you've done. But next time, don't edit messages as it can get confusing. Also, I think you confused your tenses a bit.

(Ok Dark, thanks for all the input)
feth, why do I always have to deliver messages to the people who are most likely to shoot me? Thought the messenger who, just hours before had delivered Niall starch-arse Seregath his mobilisation orders. The quaking messenger now found himself outside the stategium of fething Commander Dekko Gunner. Worst of all, he wasn't sure if the news he was delivering was good or bad... The paper he was tasked with taking to the high-commander simply read in a hand written scrawl:

One of Morth's, in barrack three, am watching.

The messenger stood outside the strategium and knocked on the door. A gruff voice was heard from inside.
"Enter."
And so enter the messenger did. Unfortunately for him, he didn't leave, alive that is.

oke I am back. don't mind that you RP-ed my character Ludd.

with his spirits high, Virgil set off back to base camp. He knew That houston fella was billeted not so far from him. He would invite him over to the local pub Virgil always uses to go. Then offer him some drinks to get his spirits high. Just like Niall did to him.

after walking for about 5 minutes, Tor saw a tattooed women carying a weapon. she was accompanied by a child. Tor found this strange.
"Would she have kidnapped that child? Nevermind. Not my problem."
eventually Tor arrived at Houston's billet. He knocked the door and he waited.

Niall was bored of all this plotting and subterfege, he knew he would never have made a good iterator or politician. That wasn't his style, he was a career soldier, a run of the mill officer, no more and no less. Upon returning from the pub, rather than returning to the mess or his billets, he picked up his Kraken pistol and went straight to the firing range. As he walked, he examined the exquisite workmanship on the engraved handle, the handle that contained the deadly pressurised gas that powered the pistol. The Kraken type III was one of the finer sidearms availible to a tannerithian soldier, firing shotgun like pellets in a narrow scatter pattern, the added bonus being that the propellant also burnt through skin and armour upon touching them making the Kraken a deadly close quaters weapon. Niall had received the pistol as a rare gift from his father upon his recruitment, he hadn't spoken to him since that day.

Castella leaned back in her chair. All in all, it had been a good day. The mother had been found, and she had been hysterical. Apparently the two got separated by an influx of people moving through the city. Castella smiled as she recalled the mother. She was obviously upper class, with fine clothes and expensive jewellery. The look of disdain she had given her had dissipated the moment Anjal had appeared, and it became a look of absolute gratitude.

Yep. It had been good.

"Oi, Piggy."

The wellset corporal, with the unfortunate nickname trudged into the room.

"Change of plans, get some sleep, im gonna go have a butchers on my own."

'Piggy' nodded curtly, and went back into the ajacent room. Even through the thick rockcrete walls and iron door, Castella could hear him bellowing at the squad to hit the rack. She got up, and picked up a flashlight, and walked out into the dusk.

Making good pace, Castella found herself at the Command base after a short walk through the shadier areas of town.

"Hm. Security seems to be up tonight, guess i'll head for the walls." she then proceeded to climb over the low wall that surrounded the shooting range, and caught her breath back. Her ears pricked up. Someone was coming, so Castella melted into the shadows in the nearby corner of the range, and watched as a man strode into the courtyard...

Niall wasn't shooting straight, his mind wasn't in gear and he was jumping at shadows. He thought he had heard someone when he arrived at the range but it was clearly deserted, Niall shook his head and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. He switched to his autopistol, still not hitting his old targets with his usual accuracy.

I can't decide whether to let this run or do a player event. What do you guys want? I guess I'll probably just let it run.

Also, you guys need to know something about RPing (except Ghosty); it is totally fine to RP each others characters, provided you don't answer any 'big' questions or kill them or make them speak/do things out of character/eat children (well, sometimes..).

Have a look at some of the RP's in my subscribed threads section (I'm involved in them all), if you would like to see what I mean (and have a good read).

(OCC Back. I Read everything.)

Roger walked through the barracks inspecting the wounded soldiers.
His mind raced as his instinicts were still getting use to the brutality and slaughter he had commited a while ago. He looked at his side arm seeing that it was half reloaded.
Roger smilied as he knew that his shotgun was still being repaired. He hadn't expected to have a huge firefight. But it was time to forget about this matter. He thought for a while as his eyes still starred at the floor.
He instintictively walked away from the barracks and into the armory. Watching the busy serfs perpare the weapons. A few guardsmen where also working as well. Reloading checking weapons, a usual soldier thing.
"Wheres my weapon?" Roger asked.
The guardsmen pointed towards a serf holding the shotgun.
"May i have my weapon back now?"
The serf looked up, and smiled. "This Weapon is terran! Your a Terran!"
Roger similed. "That i am. That I am."

Virgil knocked again. No answer.

He decided to take a look at the armoury. He rememberd Houston's weapon was broken. He would be there.

On his way to the armoury, he came by the practice course. He heard shots and saw Niall Missing his targets.

"Not usual. Most of the times his shots hit. Must be the drinks from back in the pub. Gak that gloryboy can't even hold his drinks!"

as he closed the armoury, He saw that Houston bloke talking to one of the serfs. He approached him and addressed him.

"hey there, Roger right. since your new to this unit, why not go to my local pub to get to know each other ey?

Niall shook his head, there was nothing in the shadows. His mind was drifting from reality, those words of the cultist, those terrible words that wayed down on him in the pocket of his greatcoat...No Niall your just tired, go back to your billet Niall holstered his pistols and started walking, he began playing with his lighter as was his custom when he was nervous. Little did he know, there was someone in the shadows, Castella Simms, the blazing b*tch herself watched and followed from the darkness.

Castella watched the man empty a couple of clips at the targets before he gave up and began to wander back to the door. He fiddled with his lighter, and seemed to be ill at ease about something.

'Probably the thought of going toe to toe with me' she thought as he shut the door behind him.

Castella pulled her stub pistol from its holster and aimed at the target. She squeazed the rigger, and a single round boomed out, its deafening boom echonig off all four walls of the range. An empty case dropped to the ground, clattering amongst the spent cases of Niall. A simple warning, that was all she felt this man needed. She was guessing his limit. With that, she vaulted back over the wall and into the night.

Niall span round halfway down the corridor and listened. Someone had jsut fired in the range, but he hadn't seen anyone pass him on his way back. Maybe that feeling that he was not alone, may have been more substantial thatn he had originally thought. The idea of someone watching him unsettled Niall greatly, and he raced back into the shooting range, Pistol drawn. no one was there, but in the middle target, there was a fist sized hole punched straight through, and on the floor, was an empty shell casing...

Niall groaned, this wasn't right, this wasn't right at all, he pulled out his notebook, ripped out the page of heretical cultist rambling and held his lighter to it. no, no he was being ridiculous, they were just words, he folded the paper and put it back in his pocket. Before he left the range, he picked up the empty shell casing and headed off at a quick pace towards the armoury.

"You, serf, over here." Niall shouted at the armoury worker as he entered the long chamber that smelt of freshly oiled machinery.
"Can you tell me the origin of this shell casing?" Niall held out the casing from the yard, the serf took it from his hand and examined it intently.
"Hmm, it's a small calibre auto-pistol casing, special form of refined metal." a sudden look of realisation flashed across the serf's face.
"Yes..." Niall interjected, he was not in a good mood.
The serf smiled at the sergeant's temper, "It's a special arbites round, from the station down the road I believe, no, I know, I delivered a new crate of this ammunition just three days ago."
That would be the same Arbites that I was meant to be investigating for his Civilian Brutality Case, talk about killing two birds with one stone!
"Ahh, now then that is very interesting..." the serf said, Niall came out of his reverie and raised a quizzical eyebrow.
"This round has been personally engraved with the initials BB."
"Thankyou very much for your time." A huge smile had broken across Niall's usually gloomy visage, he had a round from Castella Simms, The Blazing B*tch herself...

Roger looked up seeing the Soldier that just approached him. "Ah the pub, sure why not its not terra!"

and so Virgil and Roger left for the pub.

I heard some rumors you were terran? asked Virgil on the way to the pub.

you've got to tell me a couple of things when we are at pub.