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
Russell T.Baar New User 3/17/2008 6:13:18 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 15	Disfunctional Landing It's unusual enough when a seemingly beautiful day is disturbed by a crack of thunder, and even more so when a green medow is suddenly covered in a thin frost, "Unusual" One might say. If then the sky was to open up with the sound of tearing cloth and a middle aged gentleman was to fall through only to land in a heep before you, you may have some stronger words. Fortunatly nobody was around to witness Russell's bumbling, he was used too being fire like a cannon, often into something hard or pointy, but rarely straight down. He lay, for a moment, looking up at the sky tryng to get his breath back. Blue sky, fluffy clouds... "Earth?" He asked quietly aloud, an air ship drifted off to his right in the distance, a large, black, metal contraption, "About... 3500Ad..." He judged. Looking slowly to his left a large combersome creature was grazing lazely, it looked brown but was covered in long, grass covered hair... "Not Earth" He concluded, sitting up. Relived that he could still moved he imidatly checked his pockets, "Where's the..." lying a few feet away in the grass where the remains of his time device, he sighed audably and gathered up the peices, he serched for ages but still wasn't entirly convinced he had found them all so gathering himself together he set off across the field towards a large, towered building in the distance, maybe they would be able to tell him more.
Russell T.Baar New User 3/17/2008 6:38:11 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 15	First Stop It was almost evening when Russell reached a large wall broken by city gates... He took a mental note of the unusual crossing of genras and hammered on the doors, too his right a hatch opened. *Silence* "I'm a visitor" He said, confidently, "I'm looking for a place to stay" *Silence* "H-Hello?" His confidence wavered. The hatch shut and a small door opened, enough for him to step through, there appered to be nobody around so he thanked the door and set off along the busy road that lay before him.
Russell T.Baar New User 3/17/2008 7:24:15 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 15	Zanardio Street Life Busy streets where one of Russell's favorite aspects of exploration, the sights, the smells, the faces the... Something large and bald crashed into him, it might have been a dog, he didn't get a good enough look before its owner pulled it away and continued along the road without apologising, Russell fumed. When he fianly looked back to see how far he had traveled the gate was a brown spec in the distance mostly covered by citizens of this unusal place, the sky was turning black but the street remained lit with bright pagoda lamps, it reminded him of home. He swallowed what was left of his Fried Spurgle and cast away the stick (He'll try anything once) and introduced himself to a stall keeper selling knitted articals of clothing. "Can you help me I'm looking for a place to stay?" He asked polightly. The stall keeper eyed him carefully then nodded further down the street, "Look for a tavern named Miss Olivia's, you'll find what you'll need there" Russell coughed, "That's not exactly what..." "Oh! So you're one of them, in that case you want Long Johns Shaf..." "NO! I mean..." Russell coughed again, "I'm looking for something outside of the... 'Red Torch' district" The Stall keeper watched him silently. "I just want a bed for the night" Russell said, mater of factly. He nodded in the same direction, "A little further on, the Rusty Bucket" Russell shook the mans hand and thanked him, he turned to leave when the man tapped him on the shoulder, "You want a Jerkin?" Russell looked at him silently for a moment... "How much for the one with a snow flake?"
Jonall Bounty Hunter/Privateer 3/18/2008 1:26:13 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 50	Base of Operations Creaking and screaming in pain, the bulkheads of the old Spacehawk were trying to tell Jonall they wern't happy as he burnt through the atmosphere of Meeriad. As the Spacehawk became to shift closer to the fields the landing thrusters became to take effect and slowly but surely the Spacehawk landed. Switching all engine systems off Jonall checked for his weapons as his Communication array began to beep. He opened the channel to receive a communication from Jones. Seph-Jones: Long time Jonall, We will be in your location in the next 40 mins. Jonall: Received, Will clear the area, What type of mission are we looking at here? Seph-Jones: Lets just say we are armed to the teeth, according to acient Moon Street propaganda this artifact could change it all. Jonall: I see, Will clear the landing site and prepare equipment. Seph-Jones: Received, Mr Roberts made us aware you have acquired an Spacehawk, We will be using that as are base of operations, I don't have to tell you that there is a high military threat level here. Jonall: I will set up the sensors and see if I can repair the CPU of the Greywolf, See you in 40 mins. Seph-Jones: You too. Jonall left the cockpit with his weapons and exited the Spacehawk, He surveyed the field and in the distance he could see a settlement with a large tower. He knew of that city, Zenardio. Opening up the hatch of cargo bay he saw his Greywolf, battered and sandy. Jonall: Time to get to work. Jonall walked towards the cockpit of the Greywolf and began to look inside.
Jonall Bounty Hunter/Privateer 3/25/2008 9:47:16 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 50	RE: Base of Operations After a little work with a portable tool kit Jonall got the CPU systems up and running on the Greywolf. Though the engines and other systems would take alot longer due the physical damage taken from the crash, Jonall began work syncing the CPU with the Spacehawk's sensor array. Using this the Spacehawk and Greywolf CPU could process terrain information and advanced radar systems to give the team a basic command centre with automatic information updates which they could recieve via tatical headsets or handheld scanners. Jonall left the Spacehawk and started digging small trenches around the Spacehawk, Preparing for any tatical defence situation that may occur. Jonall knew if this item was that important to Moonstreet then there would be others almost deffently looking for it. Jonall opened communications through a portable device. Jonall: Computer, any readings that may locate to a power source of great magnitude. CPU: Yes Jonall, though disapating, the readings are leaving a trail from here and into the settlement ahead. Jonall: Recieved, ETA till Moonstreet tatical party arrives. CPU: Approx 23 Mins.
Jonall Bounty Hunter/Privateer 3/29/2008 5:01:42 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 50	RE: Base of Operations Ten minutes had passed and Jonall had finished digging a series of small trenches around the old Spacehawk. Jonall noticed his surroundings, though the evening had started of pleasent the wind had started to pick up leaving a cool nip against his cheek, but this was well welcomed compare to not long ago when he was in the deserts of Torbald..((Story)) He was wandering how the troublesome three he was chasing were doing, will he earn any tape for them in the long run... Jonall knew he had just under 15 minutes to go, he headed back to the Spacehawks cargo bay to do some quick work on the Greywolf
Jonall Bounty Hunter/Privateer 4/2/2008 5:31:45 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 50	RE: Base of Operations The thunder of the fighters roared the horizon as they entered the atmosphere. Jonall staring up covered his eyes as the fighters came swooping down in a blinding yellow glow. Jonall flicked some flares out quickly as the fighters came ever closer, showing them the landing spot. Closer and closer they came until their landing thrusters ignited slowing their decent and giving them a smooth landing around the Spacehawk. Waiting for the vessells to cool down Jonall waited in patience for the occupants of the Moon streets tatical force to depart from their vessels.
Russell T.Baar New User 4/2/2008 7:48:19 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 15	Disfunction Russell sat crosslegged on what was to be his bed for the night, the small room he had rented for the night wasn't bad, a lot nicer than expected at least. Every he owned had been force in one way or another under his bed, all except for the time peice that he had taken to peices and placed systematicaly on his bed. Most of the mechanical bits where still in good condition, a couple of the cogs had lost a tooth or two but they where easely replaced. One of the Onyx hands had come away and had been lost in the landing, that could be problematic, he would also have to find another grain of sand, that probably wouldn't be too tough... What worried him though was that the star fragment (A special jewel, not a fragment of actual star) had been cracked and subsiquently lost its gleam. "This is most definatly a problem" He said, sighing to himself; he gather the peices together anyway and put them into the pouch which he normaly kept the device, he then hid that in the pocket of his coat and tucked that under his bed also. He stepped up to the window and looked out at the streets, still busy, he smiled, he liked busy town, with nothing else to do but worry, he stood at the window and absorbed the view, taking in details of the streets around the inn... Just in case...
Jonall Bounty Hunter/Privateer 4/7/2008 11:32:22 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 50	RE: Disfunction The cockpits of the fighter crafts began to open and the five moon street mercenaries exited their craft. Jones, A slim tall figured man approach Jonall with four others, Armed with the new experimental MPAR 19 plasma assualt rifles, Jones began to speak. Seph-Jones: Jonall, Long time... We are hunting a signal, It is echoing from a gem of a strange artefact... The one who possesses it must be caught. The artefact in hand is very important to moon street, It could change our financial and territorial dominance around this system. Jonall: I see, Well the signal seems to heading from the settlement ahead... This person in question with the artefact... Looking at the load you bring are we expecting trouble? Seph-Jones: Yes, If this person possesses this artefact and uses it quite regulary then we are expecting heavy resistance from them... And the military in this sector are very powerful and if put against them then this day will become very interesting indeed. Jonall: Ok well the CPU of the Greywolf is synced with the Spacehawk's sensors, Use this frequency in your hand scanners and we will be able to localise this person posistion quicker. Who are the others you bring? Standing with Jones was four others, Chi-Nah a small oriental woman stood their with a cold glare in her eye, Jonall had reconised her from before and heard of her amazing tracking feats. Wasp was a slim ill looking man with two beedy eyes and a white shiney head, He was known through out Moon street for his accuracy and delivery to bring a target down. Lanita, A dark woman who Jonall had not heard of before, Jones explained to him that she had basic training but was a expert in computer systems and this certain artefact. and Finally Bobba, He was just big, With a gap in between his teeth and two many grenade wrapped around him to count he was supposely the demolitions expert. The six moon street tatical party now including Jonall headed towards the settlement ahead, the sun was starting to dim and it wouldn't be long before the night sky and all its stars would be out to watch this eventful moment.
Russell T.Baar New User 4/9/2008 4:29:30 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 15	RE: Disfunction The streets had turned cold, Russel had grown board and decided to find some night life, wrapping his coat tightly around himself he stepped out side. Tucking his hands into his pockets he made his way along the high street, it was interesting that market street, simular to those from colonial times would have stalls selling engine parts. He suddenly had the urge to find a space port, he asked the stall attendants but oddly nobody could help him, he sighed deeply. "Surly there must be somewhere for ships to make port..." He spoke aloud but a a hubub from up the road distracted him...

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