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
Leon Mecheeto Ex-Soldier 6/13/2008 7:42:16 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 45	RE: No More Grape Soda Alex: Well, spit it out. Diana: Ellix. Carl nearly spits out his luke warm Mega-Mochaccino XL he picked up from Stellarbucks this morning before the attack. Carl: Why don't we just go back to the shop then? It's closer and we'd die the same! Diana: But the source of the problem does not lie there; I am quite sure of it. Leon: She's right. He was right behind Carl, and Carl didn't even know it. He spills some of his beverage on his greasy overalls from the surprise. Carl: Look, I'm just gonna... go lie down--forever. Carl hobbles back into the living area and lies down on one of the bunks. Leon: You can take us to the nearest starport. Fate and I will just hitchhike back to Ellix, but we need to finish this. Alex: It's no big deal, I can take you there. Alex begins to set a course for Ellix. Once completed, he enables the ship's autopilot and sits back, covering his face with a beat-up copy of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. --- Hours later, they exit hyperspace near Ellixan orbit and begin descending. The "incoming call" light on the dash begins flashing along with a low buzz. Alex hits the PTT button. Alex: Hello? Voice: You are in Southern Suerton airspace. State your business. Alex: Uh, just visiting. No business. Is it all right to land? Voice: One moment please. Alex taps his foot in wait. A minute passes and the voice finally returns. Voice: You are authorized to land at bay 7824. Landing information is being transmitted to your navigation system. A green path to the appropriate landing bay soon appears on the HUD. Alex follows it slowly and lands carefully in the cramped bay. After shutting down the ship, Alex gets up and heads into the back. Alex: OK, guys, we're-- His eyes dart from side to side, scanning the living and cargo compartments of the ship. Alex: Where are Leon and Fate? Sam looks up at Alex. Sam: They jumped out right before you got the call from air traffic control. Alex: Oh. Well, I was going to ask how they're going to get by security. I guess that answers that. Alex turns toward the door. Alex: Well, let's go find a restaurant. I'm starvicating. He marches down the loading ramp and toward the hangar door. Everyone else soon follows.
Leon Mecheeto Ex-Soldier 9/18/2008 1:07:26 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 45	RE: No More Grape Soda Hours earlier, the heavily-armored Ellixan assault troops land on the roof of Jorgenson Ship Dealers. Several jump down to the ground and enter through side doors while the rest crash through the skylights. PFC. Stanley: It's empty, sir. SSgt. Knight: Stack up; hit the garage next. They assault the garage and soon discover its distinct lack of occupancy. Passers-by give perplexed glances to the troops but continue doing what they do best: passing by. SSgt. Knight: Targets are not here. Aborting mission. They all simultaneously start their rocket packs and shoot straight up into the sky as quickly as they arrived. --- Back in the present, Alex, Sam, and whoever else was with them are dining at a middle-of-the-road restaurant with some number of half-stars given to them by a group of pompous tea-suckers with poor taste in food. Alex: Well, should we go find Leon and Fate after we're through here? Sam: It'd be like finding two Ellixans on Ellix. Alex: ... Yeeeahhh... Sam: I'm sure if they need our assistance, we will see the mushroom cloud on the horizon. Just then... Carl burped. He puts the napkin to his mouth. Carl: 'Scuse me. --- Leon and Fate are in the woods right outside Suerton Air Force Base. This is the best place to be next to actually being inside Suerton Air Force Base. Almost to the tune of Mission Impossible, they break into the base compound without a hitch and continue toward some offices.
Alex Dean Cargo Hauler Dominion Master 11/10/2008 12:59:37 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 151	RE: No More Grape Soda Alex finishes his club sandwich, wipes the corners of his mouth, and tosses his wadded-up napkin on the table. Alex: Well. Leon and Fate are probably dead by now, so I'm going home. Who's with me? Sam: I... guess I am? Carl: Sure. Dave sighs. Dave: I don't know about you losers, but I'm going to find them. "Kurt" is the best help in the shop I've had, and... dang it— He stands up, knocking his chair backwards, and slams a fist on the table. Dave: I'm going to see to it he continues being the best dang help in the shop, even if it kills me. The rest of the group stares at him. Dave: What? Sam: Yeah, it'll kill you alright. Alex: Yeah. Carl: Dave... This is Ellix. Dave: So? A few of the patrons behind Dave slowly turn around in their chairs. He gently picks his chair up and sits down carefully, knowing better than to turn and meet their gazes. Dave: Sorry. They wait for the patrons to go back to what they were doing. Alex: Hey, you have fun with that. We're going back to Flistna. Dave pouts.
Leon Mecheeto Ex-Soldier 11/11/2008 12:04:47 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 45	RE: No More Grape Soda What Fate happened upon all those months ago was something that was a good start at getting a lot of military brass in trouble and Leon cleared, however, it wasn't the complete picture. Fate and Leon were here to find the remaining pieces and take it all to Suerton himself. There were three places they figured they'd find the information they needed: the offices of MSG. Straub, SSG. Scott, and 1SGT Miller. However, infiltrating an Ellixan military base—in broad daylight no less—is, in general, an extremely idiotic idea. So getting to these offices would present a challenge even to the most Ellixan of Ellixans. Without further ado, they make it to the office building and enter through a side door. It seemed everyone was out on lunch break or otherwise absent for one reason or another, so they were pretty much free to mosey down the hallways. They soon find the doors marked with the names of the aforementioned officers. They split up and head inside separate offices to search. Leon steps over to the first filing cabinet collecting dust in a corner of MSG. Michael Straub's office. The locked drawer is the obvious place to start. He grabs a paperweight from the desk nearby and smashes it into the lock, denting the drawer enough to render the locking mechanism useless. He pulls the drawer out and is shocked to see one folder. He rips the contents from it and skims it—looks like what he needs. He stuffs it back into the dark green folder and tucks it under his arm as he walks briskly out of the office. He enters the open doorway of SSG. Paul Scott's office. Fate is skimming through an open drawer, smashed similarly to the one Leon opened. She looks up at him. Fate: Nothing in here... well, pertaining to us. Leon points at the folder under his arm. Leon: I've found what we need. She nods, slamming the drawer shut. Their burglary was obvious, but that soon wouldn't matter. They exit the office, closing the door behind them, and head down the hallway toward the exit. Now it was time to press their luck again and make it back out of the compound. They do so, managing to slip past several patrols. This is not to say these patrol men are bad at their jobs; it is just that Leon and Fate are good at theirs. In general, the outcome of Ellixan versus normal person is 5-0, Ellixan. However, the outcome of Ellixan versus Ellixan is undefined and left almost entirely to chance. Luck just favored our heroes this time. They disappear into the woods separating the base from a nearby highway. Leon pulls a telephone out of his back pocket and dials a number. --- Alex: Hey, you have fun with that. We're going back to Flistna. Dave pouts. A really annoying monotone pop song breaks the mood. Everyone glares at Alex as he grabs a cell phone from his shirt pocket. Alex: Don't look at me like that. It's the least annoying tone on this phone. Hello? Leon: Alex, it's Leon. We need your ship. Alex: You're not dead? Leon: No. Alex: Hey, thanks for letting me in on your plan. I get off the horn with air traffic control and Sam's all like, "Oh, they jumped out." Leon: Listen, we just broke into some offices in a military base and got the files we need to prove that I was framed. Now we need to see Suerton. Alex: Jeez, I just finished lunch and you already broke into an Ellixan military base and got out, unscathed I assume—holy slag, Suerton? Suerton himself? Doesn't he, like, declare war on the universe if you go near him or something? Leon: No. Where did you hear that? Alex: Ugh, never mind. Where can I pick you up? Leon: There's a small, public landing site a few miles south of Suerton Air Force Base. Meet us there. Alex: Roge-o. Later, dude. He hangs up. Leon and Fate follow the highway to the landing site. --- SSG. Paul Scott swings the door to his office open and flips on the light. He shuts the door behind him and plops down into his big leather chair when he notices something amiss. In fact, the lock seemed to be missing on his filing cabinet. He jumps up and yanks the drawer open, paging through the folders quickly. Nothing of particular importance was missing. His heart started pounding faster. He races over to MSG. Straub's office, flinging the door wide open and dashing to the cabinet. The lock was smashed there too. He pulls it open and finds it empty. He turns around and grabs the secure phone, dialing MSG. Straub's phone. After only one ring, Straub answers. SSG. Scott: Straub, there's a problem. The Mecheetos have been here. MSG. Straub: You're sure? SSG. Scott: The file's gone.
Alex Dean Cargo Hauler Dominion Master 11/12/2008 11:28:14 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 151	RE: No More Grape Soda Miraculously, the rest of the patrons ignored Alex's ignorance toward their glorious leader. Alex: Well, uh. He pockets his phone. Alex: That was Leon. He wants us to pick them up at a, uh, small, public landing site south of Suerton Air Force Base. Sam: So... how'd it go? Alex: How'd what go? Sam shrugs. Sam: Whatever they were doing. Alex: They got some files and now they want to see Suerton. Sam: ... You mean the president? Alex: Is that what he is? Sam: I don't know. Alex: Anyway, yeah, that guy. We'd probably better stop yacking and go. Alex and Sam scoot their chairs out and stand. Carl: They haven't brought us the check. Sam: You guys can stay and pay then. He and Alex walk out. Dave: ... Do you believe this slag? Carl: All too much. Alex and Sam walk briskly down the quiet sidewalk. The starport is only a few blocks away, so we'll fast forward. Wow, they're already there! Alex messes with various controls and begins to lift off. The S2S clicks. Control: You'll have a safe trip. Alex looks at the speaker for a moment. His brow furrows. He rolls it over in his head. "You'll have a safe trip." He finally determined it was a sort of parting phrase, but it felt very awkward. He pressed the PTT button. Alex: Uh, thanks. He released the button and stared tensely at the speaker for a second, preparing himself for some kind of rebuke. A few seconds passed without one and he eased back into his chair. With the help of the navigation computer, he set off for "a few miles south of Suerton Air Force Base". It, of course, doesn't take more than a few minutes to get there and set the ship down. He waits. Except he shouldn't, because seconds later there is a pounding on the loading ramp. He presses a key to bring up the feed from the loading camera. Leon stood, pounding away at the steel wall in front of him. Alex: Sam, catch the ramp! He jumps out of his seat and hurries into the back. As he steps into the cargo bay, he sees Sam already lowering the ramp. It sets down fully just seconds later. Leon and Fate hurry in. Leon: Let's go. Leon strides to the cockpit. Alex follows him and slips into the seat. Alex: Uh, where are we going? Leon: To see Suerton. Alex looks at Leon. Alex: Where... would we do that? Leon looks down at Alex. He shrinks back into the chair slightly. Leon: At Suerton Palace. Alex: At Suerton Palace. Leon: Isn't that what I said? Alex: Yes, but... Won't they just blow you away there? Leon: They're not that stupid. Alex's brow furrows. How would that be stupid? Alex: How would that be stupid? Leon: Go. Alex shrugs, increases thrust, and sets a course for Suerton Palace.
Alex Dean Cargo Hauler Dominion Master 8/21/2010 8:20:39 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 151	RE: No More Grape Soda A short while later, Alex set the Spacehawk in public docking just a few blocks from the palace—more of a fortress, actually—and turned off the engines. He turned to Leon, who had been hovering over his shoulder for the entire trip. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Alex asked. Leon adopted a squint-glare, one of those that Alex never could determine whether was a look of anger or what. After a moment, he just answered "Yes" and headed for the cargo room. Alex followed. "OK, seriously, tell me what you're gonna do," Alex said. "We're going to see Suerton," Leon replied. "I know that, I mean how are you going to get in without dying?" Alex continued. Leon turned toward Alex. "We're going to walk in." Alex pouted. His brow furrowed. "Why won't they kill you?" "I don't know how to answer that," Leon said, almost seeming perplexed. He honestly didn't understand the question. "You're a wanted criminal, with a death sentence, escaped from like thirty prisons, and now you're trying to see the president, I just figure, you know, they'll be a little suspicious of you and blast you to bits right there." Alex explained. "If I don't do anything threatening, there's no reason to harm me," Leon said dismissively, "They also have no reason to deny my request to have an audience with the president." "Yeah, but isn't the, you know, the death squad after you and stuff? Basically, the military declared you a dead man. That's pretty good reason to not let you see the president and to blast you to bits right there," Alex continued. "The presidential Iron Guard is not the military," Leon said. His mind was certainly set. Alex shrugged and gave up, plopping into the seat at the table across from Sam, who was looking at him in slight amusement. Leon and Fate were already disappearing through the loading ramp. "The Ellixan is right, you're wrong. It's a universal constant," Sam said, deadpan, chewing on one of his trademark toothpicks. "Can I have one of your candy bars?" "No."
Leon Mecheeto Ex-Soldier 9/18/2015 4:59:46 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 45	RE: No More Grape Soda Leon and Fate arrived at the palace. The structure was certainly stout, apparently built to withstand nuclear war. Overly large gun turrets lined the walls of the fortress. The front door was an enormous gate several stories tall and meters thick. Everything about the palace impressed upon the viewer a sense of ridiculously self-unaware overkill. A monitor was set into the wall on one side of the gate. Leon pressed the "call" button. After a few seconds, the image of an elaborate war helmet appeared. Soon it moved, betraying the fact that it was more than an empty helmet. It spoke too. "What do you want?" Leon stared down the faceless image. "I'm Leon Mecheeto. I'm here to see Suerton." "I know who you are. What gives you any right to enter?" "I have important evidence regarding the treason of high level military officers." The helmet was silent for a moment. The screen switched to a display of Leon and Fate standing in front of it. They waited a few very tense minutes, eyes sharp. Finally, the helmet reappeared on the screen. "You may enter." The screen went blank. There was a rumble from deep within the bowels of the palace. They heard the sound of something enormously heavy beginning to spin. Finally, with a shudder that loosened the piles of caked-on dirt, the monstrous front gate began to yawn open. The Mecheeto siblings entered. They were met by a giant stone hall to match the gate. The walls were blank, and there was another smaller gate at the far end, fifty meters away. As they marched, they knew they were being watched. They knew the walls were lined with formidable weapons designed to cut down massive waves of charging troops. The front gate slowly closed behind them, meeting the ground with an earth-shaking thud. As they reached the far end, the gate opened. They continued through to an enormous circular chamber. They were met by Suerton's Iron Guard, an elite platoon of Suerton's most trusted and deadly soldiers augmented with elaborate and nigh-impenetrable powered armor and massive firearms whose calibers rival those of most other militaries' anti-vehicle weapons. On the far end of the chamber was the massive and sturdy war throne occupied by Suerton himself, clad in the unique powered armor of the Suerton family ruler. He leaned forward to regard his visitors, one elbow resting nonchalantly upon his armored knee. "Leon and Fate Mecheeto," the deep, electronically-filtered voice boomed across the chamber. The Mecheetos saluted. "You come with accusations and evidence of betrayal?" Suerton continued. Leon stepped toward the throne. Though their helmets hid it, he could feel the intense and suspicious gaze of the Iron Guard soldiers. One wrong move and he would be promptly turned into a rather unpleasant pile of goo. He kept some distance. "Yes," Leon said. "Master Sergeant Straub, Staff Sergeant Scott, and First Sergeant Miller of the Air Force, allied with a number of other officers, have been masterminding a coup d'�tat. They have already consolidated the 2nd Assault Division under their command--including Force 21. Once they've gained supreme power, their intention was to hire the Ellixan military out as galactic soldiers of fortune. These documents contain evidence of deals already struck with numerous other governments around the galaxy who seek conquest." Suerton's heavy frame calmly leaned back in the throne. "Indeed, a grave accusation." He touched his mechanically-assisted finger tips together. "Tell me how you came to be involved." "As you know," Leon said, "I was arrested, stripped of my rank, and ultimately imprisoned based on fabricated evidence of my intention to lead a battalion in an illegal assault on a non-military target of a nearby planet with the intention of starting a war. This was engineered by none other than Straub, Scott, and Miller, as documents Fate came to be in possession of show. The reason for that was that I was about to come forward with information about the coup. That would put a damper on their plans, so they had me arrested on trumped-up charges, seizing the evidence I possessed, the evidence I bring to you now." Suerton eyed them both thoughtfully. Finally, he chuckled slightly, and leaned forward again. "And what proof do you have that your so-called proof isn't an elaborate forgery as you so confidently claim the evidence against you was?" Leon looked to Fate. Fate handed him another folder. "This," Leon started, "Deployment orders for 2nd Assault Division including Force 21. You can confirm it yourself. As we speak, several companies are mobilizing and preparing to strike this palace. They are taking up key positions this very moment, with Force 21 at the tip of the spear." Suerton looked to a nearby Iron Guard and nodded curtly. The Iron Guard nodded in return and marched quickly out of the chamber. "We will see if what you say is true," Suerton said with no hint of emotion in his voice. They felt a rumble beneath their feet. Then another, this time stronger. The Iron Guard looked alert, massive sidearms coming out of their holsters. "There they are now," Leon said mostly to himself. "The discovery of our theft must've accelerated their plans," Fate added. "There's your proof now, Suerton." Leon tossed the documents at Suerton's feet. He and Fate turned to leave, disappearing amidst the scrambling Iron Guard, Suerton's bellowing orders echoing down the stone halls. --- "The slag is going on out there?!" Sam yelled, climbing up to the cockpit to peer outside. "Where did this come from?!" Alex cried in bewilderment. They stared outside, slack-jawed. The sky was filled with the sudden sound of explosions. Hundreds of Ellixan troops descended upon the palace-fortress. The others crammed into the cockpit to see. "Well," Alex shrugged, starting up the ship, "They're dead. Let's get out of here before we join them." They heard pounding at the back of the ship. Alex and Sam glanced at each other. Alex pressed a button. A view from the rear camera appeared on one of the displays. They saw Leon and Fate standing outside the loading ramp. "Well," Alex said again. He turned to let them in, but the way was blocked by everybody packed in to see the war outside. "Somebody let 'em in." Dave marched into the back and mashed the loading ramp button. It slowly lowered. Fate and Leon boarded. "Go" was Leon's terse greeting. Alex gladly obliged. The ship climbed into the air. The hum of the engines grew into a roar, and they blasted off into space. With Ellix safely behind them, Alex set a course for Flistna, set the auto-pilot, and joined everybody in the lounge area. "So," he said, plopping down onto a couch, "Care to explain what just happened?" "For some time, several officers have been planning a coup d'�tat to overthrow Suerton and turn the Ellixan military into a band of mercenaries," Leon explained. "We provided evidence to the fact, but they beat us to it." "That's interesting," Alex said, "Think they'll win?" "No," he said bluntly. "The ones behind it are weak. If they don't die in the battle, Suerton will personally crush them." "So you got a pardon?" "No, but that doesn't concern me. The usurpers were the ones who pursued us. By tomorrow they'll be dead, and we'll be in the clear." Leon leaned back in his seat, looking relaxed for the first time in his life as far as Alex knew. "So thinking of going back into the military?" "No." Leon said, "Even if I wanted to, I don't expect I'd be able to. The false record of my crime will likely continue to exist, and I'm too tired to fight it anymore. Once the people who framed me are gone, there's little I'll have to worry about. Suerton's not going to care about pursuing me to the ends of the galaxy." "Ah," Alex said.

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