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 7/6/2025 1:17:15 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 80	Reunion The lights flickered overhead as Chris stepped off the transportation ship. It had been 5 years since he had left Meeriad. The smell of the air was comforting. It felt like home. As he made his way down the ramp, he looked around--curious if anything had changed. Maybe the space port was a little busier than when he left, but overall, it felt just as it had. Being back now, he wondered why he'd ever left. This is where his home was. This is where he was most comfortable. When he'd left, he had left everything he knew behind. He had thought that somehow, going to explore the universe on his own would be the next exciting adventure, but realized that he'd missed his brothers. The ones he'd made in his younger years. John, Jake, Tom, and Jango. He hadn't told them he was coming back, just in case something didn't go according to plan. However, his excitement built the closer he got to seeing them again. He stepped off the edge of the ramp down onto the dirt. It crunched under his boot. His legs were a little unsteady after riding in the transport for so long. He'd been on transport ships for over 6 weeks. He could still feel the vibrations of the engines in his legs as he walked. "Get your fresh-squeezed Meeriad-grown glimmerfruit juice!" a vendor said from a small tent against the wall. Chris smiled, remembering the glimmerfruit tree that stood in the yard in front of the house in Hirma. As he made his way out to the front of the spaceport, John and Tom stood at the entrance. Their arms were crossed, and they weren't moving. They looked quite intimidating. The corner of Tom's mouth lifted almost imperceptibly as Chris exited the terminal. Chris stopped. They stood there, not moving, just looking at each other for what felt like eternity, but was probably only a few seconds. "...How?" Chris started to speak. "You really think you could get back without us knowing?" John said. He shifted his weight. "You son of a biscuit, get in here." Tom said, his grin finally revealing itself as he opened his arms for a hug. Chris dropped his bags on the ground and gave them each a huge hug. "It's good to be home. Now tell me... is the greasy spoon still open?"
John Gibson 2nd In Command of SG&C Out of Work, Apparently Dominion Master 7/6/2025 2:06:19 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 41	RE: Reunion The Electric Griddle stood the same as it had, aside from a few more cracks and rubber streaks on the floor tiles, and a conspicuously head-shaped indentation in the bartop. Chris pointed to it on the way in, remarked "Looks like someone had to learn a hard lesson." Tom looked the other way and John's wry smile had "no idea what happened there", if you catch his drift. A man working in the open kitchen behind the bar, Ron Deyvoo, looked up from emptying the autoclave of its steamy dishes, gave his customary friendly nod to John and Tom, and after a second, his eyes lit up with recognition and surprise. "Chris! Welcome back! I thought they got you!" he shouted. A few patrons in the back looked up to check on the outburst, but saw nothing of interest and went back to their plates. "Nah. They try, but nah," Chris grinned. "Have a seat anywhere, I'll be right with you," Ron said, and turned to the only other cook working. "Daba! Waffle on one! Give him the works! It's a welcome-back special!" Daba's brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what "the works" or a "welcome-back special" might include, but he got to work ladling the batter into the waffle iron anyway. "Sizzling!" he called back in confirmation. The mercenary trio slid into a windowside booth. "Man, you're really back," John said. "Did we tell you about the last of the World Eater Relics?" "They were all found?" Chris said with raised eyebrows. "Yeah, Jake has the Grand Machine holding up the sign for his inn, and Megan had a necklace made out of the Pearl of Devastation." "So, did you find yourself out there?" Tom asked, "And what was he doing when you found him?"
Chris Storms 1st In Command of SG&C Space Mercenary Dominion Master 7/6/2025 2:58:00 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 80	RE: Reunion Chris lets out a sigh, and his shoulders hunch a little. He looks at the fork on the table in front of him and starts to mess with it as he begins to talk. "Honestly? No. I didn't find myself out there. I became someone else. Someone who I didn't particularly care to be. Being alone out in the universe, you realize how insignificant you are in the grand story. Here on Meeriad, we're SG&C. We have made our life. Out there, I'm just a dude named Chris, and there's plenty of me." He leaned back against the booth. "The truth of it is, the universe is a scary place. Without a support system out there, it can change you. I've seen some slag. The Rilians were some inspiration for some groups out there. Pirates, marauders, corporations... It's surprising how much people tend to gravitate towards destruction." Ron came over to the booth and pulled out a small tablet from his apron. "Alright fellas. What can I get for the rest of you?"
Tom Fender Member of SG&C Wandered the world like Caine from Kung-Fu and got into adventures Dominion Master 7/6/2025 5:54:34 PM Level: 18 Experience: 26800 Total Posts: 97	RE: Reunion Tom, jaw somewhat slack, stared blankly through the table in front of him with unseeing eyes. It was difficult to determine whether there was anything going on in his head. "Bro, that's heavy," he said at last, life seeming to return to his eyes as he looked back up at Chris. "Waffle, bacon, sausage," he said, turning to look at Ron who was standing there with his notepad. There was a silent, awkward moment before Ron wrote something on his pad and turned to John who placed his order like a normal human being. Tom turned back to Chris and went on: "It's good to have you back, man. It just wasn't quite the same being only G&C. It doesn't roll off the tongue as well, you know?" He grinned. Just then they heard the front door open, a digital jingle sounding. Chris leaned to one side to see around Tom's head and get a glimpse of the door. He spotted Jake, Megan, and Jango entering through it. Jake quickened his pace, pulling ahead of Megan and Jango, and approached Chris. He brought his hand up as if to engage in an arm wrestle. Chris stood up to meet this challenge. Their hands clasped in mid-air, clearly a test of strength was occurring. Jake had a wolfish grin on his face. "Big dog," he said, and after a moment pulled him in for a quick embrace.
John Gibson 2nd In Command of SG&C Out of Work, Apparently Dominion Master 7/6/2025 8:17:24 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 41	RE: Reunion Jake concluded the embrace with two solid thumps on Chris's back. Megan came in next, and Chris felt a vague energy--something indescribable--wash over him on contact. He almost recoiled, but limited his reaction to just a furrowed brow. Jake reacted quickly, pointing and looking around at the rest of the group, "SEE? He feels it too! It's not just me!" Chris released the hug and the sensation vanished immediately. "Feels what?" Megan held up the dark blue-green sphere on her necklace. It looked something like a marble at a glance, but on a closer look, the markings could be seen to move like slowly roiling clouds inside the sphere. "Jake swears this is going to give us all turbo cancer," she explained, "He feels tingly when he touches it. Nobody else gets it. It just makes me sleep better." There may have been a slight "ahem" from John's direction, but not enough to catch anyone's full attention. "Chris, please tell her it's a bad idea to wear the ancient cult relic as jewelry," Jake insisted. "Man, I just got here," Chris replied, "And I heard you have an ancient cult relic as a roadside attraction at your inn." "Th...that's different." "Those things don't get you guys in trouble or anything?" Chris asked, looking back and forth between Jake and Megan. "AHEM," John interjected much more forcefully this time. Gazes turned to him. He was looking at Megan specifically. "'Just makes you sleep better'? Not going to mention the mad strength gains? The healing from a gunshot wound in a couple days?" "Wait, what?" Jango spoke up from the back, still waiting his turn for daps and/or hugs, "What? How is this the first I'm hearing of this?" Megan crossed her arms and shot a challenging smirk back at John. "What makes you think that's the Pearl? Maybe I'm just built different." "You are built different and it's the Pearl." Jake leaned around the others to shoot a severe glare at a patron who was paying a little too much attention to them right now. The person turned back to their table. Chris sidled over to Jango for a handshake and a side hug, adding "It might just be me, but talking openly about the super power jewelry might not be the best." "You're right," Megan half-shrugged and promptly changed the subject, "It's really good to see you though, Chris!" There was a thrum of agreements and reciprocity. Jango was vibrating with unanswered questions about the super power jewelry, but took Chris's cue not to talk about it here at the dive diner. -- "Oh man, I'm so full," Chris groaned under the orange glow of the street lamps in the Electric Griddle's gravel parking lot, "It's been TOO long. I couldn't stop." "So," John said, coming in close from Chris's left side, "We have a job three days from now. All hands on deck, everyone-at-a-hundred-percent type gig. We didn't know you were coming back yet, so we're all good without you, but... we'd be even better with you. If you're up for it." Megan's attention turned to a silhouette approaching from the diner, nondescript in a baggy hoodie and low detail in the dim street lights. The vibe shift cascaded through the team as everyone took notice. The figure seemed to speed up awkwardly in response to all the eyes on them, now clearly making a beeline toward Megan. "Oh, sorry, I, um, didn't mean to spook you," the figure said in a mousy voice, pace unbroken, "I was just thinking that, um, like," "Whoa, back up," Megan commanded. "No no, I just, I saw your necklace and I wanted to know if uh," the person wasn't slowing down, and now the idiot lunged, hand thrusting out for Megan's necklace from a laughably long distance. A collective schwip resonated through the group as pistol steel scraped against polymer holsters in a split second, but Chris went straight for the takedown, ducking under the arms and plowing the person bodily to the gravel, seeing now as his hood flipped back that he was just a pimply-faced teenager. "You're gonna get yourself seriously ventilated pulling some slag like that," Chris reprimanded, easily rolling the slender figure and securing his hands while checking for weapons, as the kid verbally flailed pathetically that he wasn't doing anything and he just wanted to know where he could get a necklace like that. Chris pulled a common folding pocket knife from the kid's hoodie pocket and tossed it across the parking lot. John quickly stepped in with his phone camera, snapping an impromptu portrait of the would-be thief to decide later whether to pass it on to any of the local community defense orgs. Megan sighed. "Yeah, Chris, you told me so." "I didn't say anything," Chris grunted, then thumped the mousy thief on the back, "Are you gonna go back inside and apologize to Ron for trying to rob someone in his parking lot?" "I wasn't trying to rob anyone! I swear! Get off me!" the kid squeaked. "Mmhm, sure," Chris muttered, stood up, pulled the kid to his feet as well, and gave him a hardy shove to put some distance between him and the team. "Go home and have a good think about that. And pick up your knife." The kid stumbled away, took a couple of tries to shakily pick his pocket knife up off the gravel, and speed-walked to the road without looking back. "What a goober," Jake muttered as pistols returned to holsters. "You look sharp as ever," John remarked with a smile at Chris. "He was about as limp as the fries at Eat 'Em & Weep," Chris shrugged it off, "So how about that job?"
Chris Storms 1st In Command of SG&C Space Mercenary Dominion Master 7/7/2025 10:24:44 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 80	RE: Reunion John turns away from the kid, still walking across the road, and back to Chris. "We don't have a tremendous amount of information about the mission. We're supposed to be meeting at an abandoned site on the far southern edge of Aethes, on the bay. There's apparently a site of an ancient building nestled into the cliff faces. We're supposed to be meeting a dignitary there that will be giving us more information. We're supposed to be transporting him to somewhere near Nookiya Forest. We'll know more when we get there," he explained. Chris' brow furrowed. He didn't like something. Jango picked up on it. "What is it, Chris?" he asked. "I'm not sure. Something feels off, but I don't know if it's just me having been gone for a long time, the ancient relics, or what..." he paused for a moment. "I just can't put my finger on it." "Well, there's only one way to find out. If it is something dangerous, I'd rather it was us facing it then letting some other clowns take a poke at it." Jake piped up. "True..." Chris said, glancing again at Megan's necklace. "You said it's in 3 days?" he questioned. "Yup." "Jango... do you think we could do a fly-over in the Space Wolf tomorrow and see if we can find where this rondevoux is? It feels like we're going in too blind." Chris said as he started moving towards the Jeeps.

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