The M.R.S. Genesis

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Quote from: Sagetip, the hare on August 11, 2015, 06:15:58 PM
OOC: Isn't Savill a wolf or fox? Or was he following Hastigeth?
OOC: Whoops, yes Savil is a Wolf. Hastigeth is a Lynx.


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Faiyloe

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OOC: Yeah Savill is a wolf.

BIC:

Savill took the light from Brushdale and used it to take a better look around. As they walked down corridors she noticed that various panels and components where missing. This ship would never fly in this condition. They soon came to a door at the end of a passage but it was jammed. "This here should lead to the Bridge," She said standing aside to let them open the door.
I am back... sort of... maybe... Hi?

Hickory

Jenbean entered a command in the door console and it slid open, allowing them access into the room Savill had described.

OOC: I don't know what it looks like, so Faiy can take care of description.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Delthion

OOC It's a long tubular ship, with room for a city the size of Cincinnati in it.
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Faiyloe

OOC:... Sorry XP I guess my description doesn't quite fit then and when I said jammed I meant really stuck and you would probably have to pry it open... I'll just change my last post to make it the bridge instead.
I am back... sort of... maybe... Hi?

Hickory

OOC: They entered the ship through the bridge. Let's say the door was locked, Jenbean got it open and they all live happily ever after.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Delthion

Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Delthion

"How's it coming down there?" Called Hastigeth, he started walking down to here they were. "I've retrieved all that I need, we should head back soon, and bring more beasts to help us."
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Hickory

OOC: ... What should Jenbean do?
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Delthion

OOC: Collect a thing or two more then head back.
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Hickory

OOC: I thought we couldn't return because of the jammer?
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Delthion

OOC: No, we walked to the Arkship, and we know the direction we came from, so even without the scanner it should be fine.
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Delthion

OOC: Time-skip, we're back at the ship.

BIC: Hastigeth was leaning over a console, which contained the logs of the various crewmembers. He called a meeting with all of the senior officers. "The Arkship apparently crashed several months ago, while they had supplies to survive for a while, they were all designed without the thought of the preservation systems failing. By the time they knew what happened, most of the supplies were useless. One beast by the name of Kilvarr, a muscular rat, had started speaking of rebellion. Several of he more desperate creatures immediately sided with him. They left with half of the supplies and terraforming devices. All was peaceful for quite a while. But some weeks ago the Insurrectionists came back with weapons of amazing power, they demonstrated on the Arkship which the colonists had mainly repaired. The Insurrectionists fired at the hull of the Arkship with a relatively low-powered blast, the shock went straight to the engine core and fractured the core. The Colonists were forced to give the Insurrectionists the rest of their supplies, they were allowed to keep they're meager supplies which they had grown, the terraforming devices that the Insurrectionists left were faulty due to the crash, this date corresponds to the date which we received the last distress call, and the plans were immediately developed for the Genesis. That was the last log, and now no one seems to be left from the Colonists, they could be hiding though. Or the prolonged Ion radiation exposure killed them. But what is not understandable, is that the Insurrectionists were the ones that attacked us in the ship, but how are they advancing so quickly? Even with the terraforming devices, it would take many years of building the equipment to build such things, that does not even take into account the time that it would take to think of such a thing, let alone building a working prototype. Does anyone have any new news to report?" After he had finished he sat back down.

OOC: Before posting look in the OOC topic.
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Hickory

Jenbean was uploading the small amount of data he'd gotten from the Arkship into the Genesis' information dump. "Um, well, the energy weapon the Insurrectionists - why are they called that? - used against the Arkship was actually a high-focus particle weapon. Even the most advanced Mossflower republic tech we couldn't build anything close to that; it was probably reverse engineered from something they found on the surface. Or maybe somebeast or something native to this planet gave it to them...."

He shrugged. "Hard to tell. Oh, and if we do run into that weapon, take cover behind something really thick and really solid. My calculations say that it can bring the Genesis' shields down to half in one shot."

OOC: Tell me if anything is wrong with that.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Delthion

OOC: Nope, it's perfect!

"Very good lieutenant! Just on a side note, they are called the Insurrectionists because of their rebellion, desertion and later assault of the Colonists."
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.