<span style='color:orange'>*is sitting on a crate in base listening in to the conversations through the com system* "Dea, were your fathers marriage arranged, or are their, preferances, out of the ordinary?" *considers what he just said* "On second thought, forget I asked, some things are best left unsaid." *walks over to the turret Khaim was sitting on, taps a few keys on the keypad, a hologram appears in the air above the turret showing a full diagnostic of it* "Let's hope Khaim didn't damage the servo in this thing." *examines diagnostic* "Looks okay. Let's hope it is, those servo's aren't designed to carry any more weight than the actual gun."</span>
<b>It was Khaim who was sitting on a turret earlier, wasn't it?</b>
<b><span style='color:purple'> " Dea did you just say you have 2 dads ?" *Trys to figure it out.* " Oh your a test tube baby. <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused.gif'><!--endemo--> " " Well for bacterium we could add pain killers so the bacterium won't feel any pain as the nanites attack it. Now how would we err program these errr nanites ? Any one a nanite programmer ?"</b></span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"Spark, the bacterium evolved around whatever they used. Painkillers, poisons, acids, whatever they used the bacteria would become immune or highly resistant. I reckon if they can get the nanites to generate radiation without a super-short life span, or work out some way of distributing them rapidly, that's their best bet." *makes a quick sweep of the ceilings with his LMG*</span></span>
<span style='color:white'> "The most advanced budget guns in the universe, and i'd trade em all for some Lysol." *Ed, remianing at base, continues to pace. He hears whar Dea says, then walks over to Lord Darkness, Ed covers his mic before wispering to Darkness
"Just when i think i meet a woman i can relate to, i find out she has a whopper of a secret."
<b>Well two of us initially agreed that there would be no comm jacks (in other words no active comm until xect got back), and nobody else said anything explicitly for or against it, however two or three more people expressed similar concerns each time things was built.
I also mentioned a couple of times that we would be finding no aliens, and no aliens would find us, so that there would be no combat until xect returned, seeing as combat is the biggest danger area for this role play to get off track. I don't think anybody really mentioned anything agreeing or disagreeing to this idea.
P-Khan volunteered himself to be a temp DM yes, but you'll notice that several posts later he tells us he's gone away for a week, that leaves us back to having no volunteer DM. Personally I'm fine with no DM, seeing as we only really need him mostly for alien encounters, construction, and exploring areas we haven't been to before. By staying close to base and building nothing, we avoid all the things we need a DM for, but ofcourse that would be boring. So a tiny little bit of building I guess would be ok, however like many of us have said now it needs to be kept to a minimum. I stand by my point that there should be no combat at all until xect returns in half a week...</b>
<span style='color:00FF00'>"Sparks, perhaps there's one back at the guardpost? I didn't have much time to check the place out as I was being shunted along from the transport ship to the IPs in order to catch up with you guys..."
*Checks out how far away his waypoint is on the minimap*
<b> I'll DM if you want and if you don't like it then we go to a communist system. <span style='color:purple'> " Shade say i shot then stop you would let your guard down and i repeat that three or so times you would get the idea so you'll raise your guard up, if we do that with the bacterium then it'll slowly raise a defence until it's immune but say we add another chemical or substance and repeat the process then again it'll slowly repeat the process, but to be safe we use this idea in emergency such as a herd of onos, skulks gerge or gorges , lorks and fades, no wait lerks, you.....we could just shoot. Hmmm i do have have some equipment with me which i could try out." *Looks behind them but changes his mind.* "You know, i'll stick with you guys, just to errr help out." " Hey Ed when you died what was it like ?"</b></span>
<b>Yeah that was me on the turret <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo--></b> <span style='color:purple'>"Well.... that's certainly an odd storry dae, but anyway. Don't know how to program nanites myself, used to know a couple of guys who did though... lost touch with them, but it couldn't be *THAT* hard right?" *Continues to move with the squad.*</span>
<b>sorry, i missed p-kahn's exit. and i am keeping the com jack to a minimum. its day five and all we've dropped so far has been: an armory (not me), a wielder, and a rt. between the res from the skulks and the res from the rt we have, this should leave us about where exact left off. im guessing. i dunno. and im sorry if i messed up trying to keep it going. i get bored easy. eject me and i'll be banned from the CC the whole game.</b> <span style='color:yellow'><b>"I dont see the big deal here guys. so what about my dads? its not like its 20th century terra where its illegal or something. and corprate politics get...complicated. the down side of being rich <!--emo&:(--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/sad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad.gif'><!--endemo--> " "sparks, the nano-poison idea might not work in the long run. but it might be enough to take down a few oni or something before they become immune. Im shure yoou have something that'll poison them in your kit, the trouble is to fuigure out what it is."</b> </span>
<b> Just a idea, but i thought to add some team work we could add puzzles, like a door that's being locked the only way to open it is to fill somehting up with 4 litres by using a 3 and 5 litre container. Or a floor puzzle e.g we have to move everything into the right place. <span style='color:purple'> "Dea i don't have a problem of you having two dads , i'm curious of HOW you were born, did you have a mum ? Or was it some other strange way ? Yeah i do have some form or poisons but they are dangerous so it's best to find a room for me to do it in, plus i'll need a crossbow like weapon."</b></span>
<b><span style='color:purple'> "Well i was sending 1000 volts into you, maybe the bulb exploded ? Please no Phaste gates, IPs are bad enough."</span> seeing how we were doing red vs blue quotes, Yes i am a g4y robot... i swear i heard 4 shots like blam blam blam that was only 3 ....blam</b>
<span style='color:red'><span style='font-family:courier'> *blinks* "Hmm...I am going to go lie down a bit after learning this news...rather odd...yes..." *slumps down against a wall and takes off helmet* *runs hand through my crew cut* "Wow...that was an odd newsflash...disturbing yet intriging at the same time. No offense Dea, just speaking honestly here...continue. Please <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->." </span></span>
<span style='color:purple'>*Notices Terran stop in his tracks and slump down after hearing the news* "You ok man?" *offers a hand to help terran up.*</span>
<span style='color:green'>"Invitro test-tube babies aren't as outrageous as you might think. I had a wingman a few years back who was a vattie. Sharp as a nail, to this day I swear the guy was as close to a precog as I've seen anyone get. He'd anticipate capital ship captains before they made a move and could juke 200mm deck guns like a martial arts master. Last I heard he was given command of a bomber unit and saw some pretty heavy action in Deneb, and his squadron didn't lose a single ship." *flicks a glance off to the side, watching a momentary flash of the overhead lights off of a brass pipe* "Yeah, he's probably one of the best pilots in the TSA." *cracks his neck to the side, returning his attention to the group* "You know, next to me, that is."</span>
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<span style='font-family:Arial'><span style='color:gray'>*Shakes his head at Jaeger* Man, always full of yourself, aren't you? *laughs a bit* But your friend sounds like a good 'un. Maybe I oughta challenge him in a simulator, just to have some fun *laughs a bit, still looking around*</span></span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>*chuckles quietly to himself* "...Hey Terran, you ok? You don't look too good." *heads over to Terran, and gives him a quick once over* "Spark, I wouldn't even bother. Last I heard they'd managed to poison a single skulk to death. One. And even then it was only just. I've been keeping a close eye on this tech, because it looked just as promising then, but chemical and biological toxins just aren't cutting it."</span></span>
<span style='color:yellow'><b>"exactly jaeger. sounds like your winger might have been from the same facility as me. Brown hair, kinda wiry. maybe a few years older then me? from omni-sci, right?" "i know shade. never expected it to take out one. but as I think about it, seems if they become immune too fast, maybe they could absorb the toxin and intagrate it." *noteces terran* "sparks, could you cheack out terran? i dunno why half my 'rines are slumped over. Quaunaut, cover please. could the rest go up the corridor and gaurd the rt? your almost there."</b> </span>
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<span style='font-family:Arial'><span style='color:gray'>"Cover cover cover, I'm covering darnit. What do you expect me to do when the Kharaa come, take them all on my own? Jeez..." *chuckles into his mike* "Just remember comm, I'm a computer's specialist, not a soldier. I did basic, but I can't keep up with these guys."</span></span>
<span style='color:purple'><b> *Checks up on Terran.* "He's fine just a little shocked i guess, not every day you hear your comms a test tube baby. Wanna keep us going ?"</b></span>
<span style='color:orange'>*walks over to Ed, covering his mike* "Consider yourself lucky Ed, at least you haven't had to see your girl dead on the floor with five bullet holes in her chest." *reaches into belt pouch and takes out a small disc* "Dea, have you got a disc drive in there, I need to see what's on this disc. I found it on our last mission. It was poking out of a disc drive on a console marked with my, late fiance's name. I think that it's her last message for me."</span>
<b>Let's just say that the CC got a disc drive and an external holographic projector. I'll narate the disc being played in my next post.</b>
<span style='color:00FF00'>*Speaks into his mic with a smirk on his face* "Hey Quanaut.... Behind you!" *Sweeps the nearest exits (not the one we just came through), using the resource tower blueprint as cover and a support for his LMG* "I've heard before that the only way to defeat with an enemy that evolves rapidly to any threat is to use whatever methods you can to guide it's evolution into an organism that no longer poses a threat to you... Kinda the whole if you can't beat em, join em concept except the other way round..." </span>
I had no idea who to PM about joining but I'm going to jump in anyway and PM someone the profile later.
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:gray'> Ransom stumbled through the corridoor. His vision blurred slightly as he stopped and rested against the steel wall for a while. His breathing was heavy and distorted. So Borzov was right, the infestation went a lot further than predicted. He looked at his LMG, he was glad he had taken the time to duct-tape his knife to it. He still hadn't got used to a fade ambush. Chances are Ransom thought he never would. It was the way they came for you and the way they seemed relentless in killing you. He wiped the green blood off the improvised bayonet. It had saved his life once again.
He scratched the large gashes in his armour and adjusted the black armband on his left arm. He removed the trailing bandage around his lower leg. The slash was large but didn't prevent him from walking. The acid still burned the large open wound he pulled another bandage out the backpack and applied it around his leg leaving the old one behind. He had been informed that there was a TSA squad aboard. Ransom had to get in contact with the and warn them. He loaded the LMG with a fresh clip checked his bayonet was secure and continued walking toward what was rumored to be their lines.</span></span>
Ransom is the main character in the fan-fiction I started and never really finished. If you get a chance give it a read of something <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->.
<b>Xect's the one to clear it with, Venmoch. He's away for a couple more days, but when he gets back he'll let you know. You'd probably best PM him if you're not intending to just phase in.</b> <span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>*chuckles to himself again* "You really are evil, revenge. Seriously tho, just how are you expecting to guide the evolution of a life form infecting an entire arm of the galaxy, that we don't know where it started, and we don't know how to efficiently kill or control?" *helps Boggles bring the RT online* "I can't shoot anyway, better get this up as quick as we can."</span></span>
<b><span style='color:purple'> *Sits by them watching them build the RT* "-Sigh- It's pointless really, we fight them we either lose and lose men and a ship, we win we win back the ship and we stop them for a few days before they come back, what's the point of fighting them if we never win ? It's like Attrition if you aks me." </b></span>
Same as Venmoch.. Just dropped in and PMing info later.. <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->
<span style='color:green'>A space ship crashed near the Ariadne guardpost shot down by unknown. As Muta crawled out of the wrecked ship he strugled with a soar leg. After a short walking trip he heard some odd voices and the sound of building process.. He fainted out. </span>
<i><span style='font-family:Optima'><span style='color:orange'>*walks over to the wall and leans against it.* "Hey I heard that alcohol can dissolve the walls of cells. Another reason not to drink." *Takes a vial out from his belt pouch* "Now some things are poisonous to organism regardless of immunity. Pure oxygen will kill plants, animals, humans, whatever." *Thinks.* "Now if we could pump pure oxygen into infested ships, maybe that would kill the Kharaa. And if it didn't, we could always just start a flash fire." *Takes vial and dumps contents over his rifle. The rifle's covering is now responsive to heat, a simply aesthetic effect.* "I got bored, ok?" </span></span></i>
<span style='color:green'>*Wakes up in an odd place with out any idea where he is* "Anybody here? CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?" *Looks around and stands up* "Helloo? Anyone here?" *Hears a chuckling sound* "Hello? Who's there?" *Starts wondering around the yard and enter the facility* "Somebody here?" </span>
<b>I think your entrances will need a tad less imagination lads. We just arrived at this station and haven't claimed a res node yet, so if they already had fades we all just may as well high tail it back to the guardpost. Also, we are nowhere near the guardpost, we had to teleport to a dropship already on it's way. If you got shot down near the guardpost you're still pretty far away from where we are... And in deep space... Crawling out of any wreckage pretty much means you're gonna die as soon as your oxygen runs out or if your suit ruptures... That's if you don't get sucked in by a nearby planet or moons gravitational field or if you don't accidentally float through a radiation belt or get hit by a passing chunk of space debris... <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--> (Yes I'm still feeling evil lol)).
I can imagine finding a security guard from the station who had just survived a skulk ambush and was left for dead, but it'd easier to do what Terran and myself did, simply teleport in on the IPs and make excuses for being late. You may want to read atleast the last half of this thread too, it'll help (I've read the whole thing and parts of the first RP too, even though I only joined a week ago...).</b>
<span style='color:00FF00'>*Looks down at the floor at his feet*
"Some of you have made some very evil points that are beginning to worry me... While we are here plotting ways to attack the bacterium itself... What would happen the bacterium started evolving to a point that it could start defeating the nanites more and more easily? Our armour is mostly made out of nanites, and as we walk around we are releasing millions of tiny nanos into the area around us. That's why the commander can see aliens on his screen as we walk around. Comm chairs and turret factories and observatories similary boost the strength and numbers of the nearby nanos, allowing us to build more and do more within their area of effect... Welders are simply firing a stream of superheated nanites that soften the metal enough for those nanites to reshape and repair it.... However if the bacteria got to be so deadly that it started slaughtering our nanos with ease..."
*Shudders*
"I don't even want to think about what would happen to us if our armour wasn't so good at fending off the nearby bacteria... Sure we could stomp in with our heavy suits of armour, but our welders would become so ineffective that the suits wouldn't last very long in combat..."
*Starts looking around with a worried expression on his face, beginning to trust the walls less and less...*</span>
<b>EDIT: For clarity, the kharaa haven't yet managed to infect a that we've colonised, and I'm pretty certain that the guardpost is a space station out in deep space, and even if it wasn't, it'd be extremely heavily guarded, as any other military installation would be...
Either way, I doubt you'd be able to walk around in any outdoor area.</b>
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"Dea, were your fathers marriage arranged, or are their, preferances, out of the ordinary?"
*considers what he just said*
"On second thought, forget I asked, some things are best left unsaid."
*walks over to the turret Khaim was sitting on, taps a few keys on the keypad, a hologram appears in the air above the turret showing a full diagnostic of it*
"Let's hope Khaim didn't damage the servo in this thing."
*examines diagnostic*
"Looks okay. Let's hope it is, those servo's aren't designed to carry any more weight than the actual gun."</span>
<b>It was Khaim who was sitting on a turret earlier, wasn't it?</b>
" Dea did you just say you have 2 dads ?"
*Trys to figure it out.*
" Oh your a test tube baby. <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused.gif'><!--endemo--> "
" Well for bacterium we could add pain killers so the bacterium won't feel any pain as the nanites attack it.
Now how would we err program these errr nanites ? Any one a nanite programmer ?"</b></span>
*makes a quick sweep of the ceilings with his LMG*</span></span>
*Ed, remianing at base, continues to pace. He hears whar Dea says, then walks over to Lord Darkness, Ed covers his mic before wispering to Darkness
"Just when i think i meet a woman i can relate to, i find out she has a whopper of a secret."
*Ed goes back to guarding*</span>
I also mentioned a couple of times that we would be finding no aliens, and no aliens would find us, so that there would be no combat until xect returned, seeing as combat is the biggest danger area for this role play to get off track. I don't think anybody really mentioned anything agreeing or disagreeing to this idea.
P-Khan volunteered himself to be a temp DM yes, but you'll notice that several posts later he tells us he's gone away for a week, that leaves us back to having no volunteer DM. Personally I'm fine with no DM, seeing as we only really need him mostly for alien encounters, construction, and exploring areas we haven't been to before. By staying close to base and building nothing, we avoid all the things we need a DM for, but ofcourse that would be boring. So a tiny little bit of building I guess would be ok, however like many of us have said now it needs to be kept to a minimum. I stand by my point that there should be no combat at all until xect returns in half a week...</b>
<span style='color:00FF00'>"Sparks, perhaps there's one back at the guardpost? I didn't have much time to check the place out as I was being shunted along from the transport ship to the IPs in order to catch up with you guys..."
*Checks out how far away his waypoint is on the minimap*
"Sweet, we're almost there."</span>
I'll DM if you want and if you don't like it then we go to a communist system.
<span style='color:purple'>
" Shade say i shot then stop you would let your guard down and i repeat that three or so times you would get the idea so you'll raise your guard up, if we do that with the bacterium then it'll slowly raise a defence until it's immune but say we add another chemical or substance and repeat the process then again it'll slowly repeat the process, but to be safe we use this idea in emergency such as a herd of onos, skulks gerge or gorges , lorks and fades, no wait lerks, you.....we could just shoot. Hmmm i do have have some equipment with me which i could try out."
*Looks behind them but changes his mind.*
"You know, i'll stick with you guys, just to errr help out."
" Hey Ed when you died what was it like ?"</b></span>
<span style='color:purple'>"Well.... that's certainly an odd storry dae, but anyway. Don't know how to program nanites myself, used to know a couple of guys who did though... lost touch with them, but it couldn't be *THAT* hard right?"
*Continues to move with the squad.*</span>
<span style='color:yellow'><b>"I dont see the big deal here guys. so what about my dads? its not like its 20th century terra where its illegal or something. and corprate politics get...complicated. the down side of being rich <!--emo&:(--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/sad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad.gif'><!--endemo--> "
"sparks, the nano-poison idea might not work in the long run. but it might be enough to take down a few oni or something before they become immune. Im shure yoou have something that'll poison them in your kit, the trouble is to fuigure out what it is."</b> </span>
Just a idea, but i thought to add some team work we could add puzzles, like a door that's being locked the only way to open it is to fill somehting up with 4 litres by using a 3 and 5 litre container. Or a floor puzzle e.g
we have to move everything into the right place.
<span style='color:purple'>
"Dea i don't have a problem of you having two dads , i'm curious of HOW you were born, did you have a mum ? Or was it some other strange way ? Yeah i do have some form or poisons but they are dangerous so it's best to find a room for me to do it in, plus i'll need a crossbow like weapon."</b></span>
"Oh, and i saw a land of clouds, and when they saw me coming, they shut off all the lights, odd, eh?"</span>
"Well i was sending 1000 volts into you, maybe the bulb exploded ? Please no Phaste gates, IPs are bad enough."</span>
seeing how we were doing red vs blue quotes, Yes i am a g4y robot...
i swear i heard 4 shots like blam blam blam
that was only 3
....blam</b>
*blinks*
"Hmm...I am going to go lie down a bit after learning this news...rather odd...yes..."
*slumps down against a wall and takes off helmet*
*runs hand through my crew cut*
"Wow...that was an odd newsflash...disturbing yet intriging at the same time. No offense Dea, just speaking honestly here...continue. Please <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->."
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"You ok man?"
*offers a hand to help terran up.*</span>
*flicks a glance off to the side, watching a momentary flash of the overhead lights off of a brass pipe*
"Yeah, he's probably one of the best pilots in the TSA."
*cracks his neck to the side, returning his attention to the group*
"You know, next to me, that is."</span>
"...Hey Terran, you ok? You don't look too good."
*heads over to Terran, and gives him a quick once over*
"Spark, I wouldn't even bother. Last I heard they'd managed to poison a single skulk to death. One. And even then it was only just. I've been keeping a close eye on this tech, because it looked just as promising then, but chemical and biological toxins just aren't cutting it."</span></span>
"i know shade. never expected it to take out one. but as I think about it, seems if they become immune too fast, maybe they could absorb the toxin and intagrate it."
*noteces terran*
"sparks, could you cheack out terran? i dunno why half my 'rines are slumped over. Quaunaut, cover please. could the rest go up the corridor and gaurd the rt? your almost there."</b> </span>
*Checks up on Terran.*
"He's fine just a little shocked i guess, not every day you hear your comms a test tube baby. Wanna keep us going ?"</b></span>
*walks over to the blueprint and the nanos start working*</span>
"Consider yourself lucky Ed, at least you haven't had to see your girl dead on the floor with five bullet holes in her chest."
*reaches into belt pouch and takes out a small disc*
"Dea, have you got a disc drive in there, I need to see what's on this disc. I found it on our last mission. It was poking out of a disc drive on a console marked with my, late fiance's name. I think that it's her last message for me."</span>
<b>Let's just say that the CC got a disc drive and an external holographic projector. I'll narate the disc being played in my next post.</b>
"Hey Quanaut.... Behind you!"
*Sweeps the nearest exits (not the one we just came through), using the resource tower blueprint as cover and a support for his LMG*
"I've heard before that the only way to defeat with an enemy that evolves rapidly to any threat is to use whatever methods you can to guide it's evolution into an organism that no longer poses a threat to you... Kinda the whole if you can't beat em, join em concept except the other way round..."
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<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:gray'>
Ransom stumbled through the corridoor. His vision blurred slightly as he stopped and rested against the steel wall for a while. His breathing was heavy and distorted. So Borzov was right, the infestation went a lot further than predicted. He looked at his LMG, he was glad he had taken the time to duct-tape his knife to it. He still hadn't got used to a fade ambush. Chances are Ransom thought he never would. It was the way they came for you and the way they seemed relentless in killing you. He wiped the green blood off the improvised bayonet. It had saved his life once again.
He scratched the large gashes in his armour and adjusted the black armband on his left arm. He removed the trailing bandage around his lower leg. The slash was large but didn't prevent him from walking. The acid still burned the large open wound he pulled another bandage out the backpack and applied it around his leg leaving the old one behind. He had been informed that there was a TSA squad aboard. Ransom had to get in contact with the and warn them. He loaded the LMG with a fresh clip checked his bayonet was secure and continued walking toward what was rumored to be their lines.</span></span>
Ransom is the main character in the fan-fiction I started and never really finished. If you get a chance give it a read of something <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->.
Yes I was feeling unoriginal today.....
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>*chuckles to himself again*
"You really are evil, revenge. Seriously tho, just how are you expecting to guide the evolution of a life form infecting an entire arm of the galaxy, that we don't know where it started, and we don't know how to efficiently kill or control?"
*helps Boggles bring the RT online*
"I can't shoot anyway, better get this up as quick as we can."</span></span>
*Sits by them watching them build the RT*
"-Sigh- It's pointless really, we fight them we either lose and lose men and a ship, we win we win back the ship and we stop them for a few days before they come back, what's the point of fighting them if we never win ? It's like Attrition if you aks me."
</b></span>
<span style='color:green'>A space ship crashed near the Ariadne guardpost shot down by unknown. As Muta crawled out of the wrecked ship he strugled with a soar leg. After a short walking trip he heard some odd voices and the sound of building process.. He fainted out.
</span>
"Hey I heard that alcohol can dissolve the walls of cells. Another reason not to drink."
*Takes a vial out from his belt pouch*
"Now some things are poisonous to organism regardless of immunity. Pure oxygen will kill plants, animals, humans, whatever."
*Thinks.*
"Now if we could pump pure oxygen into infested ships, maybe that would kill the Kharaa. And if it didn't, we could always just start a flash fire."
*Takes vial and dumps contents over his rifle. The rifle's covering is now responsive to heat, a simply aesthetic effect.*
"I got bored, ok?"
</span></span></i>
"Anybody here? CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?"
*Looks around and stands up*
"Helloo? Anyone here?"
*Hears a chuckling sound*
"Hello? Who's there?"
*Starts wondering around the yard and enter the facility*
"Somebody here?"
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I can imagine finding a security guard from the station who had just survived a skulk ambush and was left for dead, but it'd easier to do what Terran and myself did, simply teleport in on the IPs and make excuses for being late. You may want to read atleast the last half of this thread too, it'll help (I've read the whole thing and parts of the first RP too, even though I only joined a week ago...).</b>
<span style='color:00FF00'>*Looks down at the floor at his feet*
"Some of you have made some very evil points that are beginning to worry me... While we are here plotting ways to attack the bacterium itself... What would happen the bacterium started evolving to a point that it could start defeating the nanites more and more easily? Our armour is mostly made out of nanites, and as we walk around we are releasing millions of tiny nanos into the area around us. That's why the commander can see aliens on his screen as we walk around. Comm chairs and turret factories and observatories similary boost the strength and numbers of the nearby nanos, allowing us to build more and do more within their area of effect... Welders are simply firing a stream of superheated nanites that soften the metal enough for those nanites to reshape and repair it.... However if the bacteria got to be so deadly that it started slaughtering our nanos with ease..."
*Shudders*
"I don't even want to think about what would happen to us if our armour wasn't so good at fending off the nearby bacteria... Sure we could stomp in with our heavy suits of armour, but our welders would become so ineffective that the suits wouldn't last very long in combat..."
*Starts looking around with a worried expression on his face, beginning to
trust the walls less and less...*</span>
<b>EDIT: For clarity, the kharaa haven't yet managed to infect a that we've colonised, and I'm pretty certain that the guardpost is a space station out in deep space, and even if it wasn't, it'd be extremely heavily guarded, as any other military installation would be...
Either way, I doubt you'd be able to walk around in any outdoor area.</b>