<span style='color:orange'><i>"Sure, I'll spar with you Richter, you want to fight with blades or just hand-to-hand? Speaking of blades, anyone know if they replaced the stuff in the rec room?"</i> <b>"You mean the stuff that you accidentally cut to pieces last time you were in there?"</b> <i>"How did you! I mean, what are you talking about, last time I was in there they were already in pieces.</i> <b>"Stop trying to bullsh!t me, I accessed the security camera recording. Well, everything before you cut the camera in two."</b> <i>*gives a death stare to everyone who heard that* "If any of you breath a word of that to anyone, I'll rip your head off and shove it so far up your @$$ that It'll look like it was never moved. Got it?"</i></span>
<span style='color:White'> "Aww, man! Xect's been reassigned too!" *Ed turns to greet Ven, he immeadatly turns pale.* "Fade!" *Ed dives behind a table, once he relaizes it's Ven, he sheepishly stands back up.* "Sorry, force of habit. So, when are the claws gonna grow in?" *Ed grins, trying to cover his embarassment*</span>
<i>Venmoch: Roughly half an hour after the injection, a bit after the doctor told you about the drug, you notice you start having a hard time concentrating. You head begins to hurt. It gets quickly worse, and ýou only just ahve time to call the doctor before your whole body explodes with pain. The world goes black.
Those of you who's with Ven: Suddenly, without anything visible happening, Ven seemingly panics, he just has time to call a doctor before he lets out a scream and goes unconscious. A doctor comes running trough the door, and upon seeing Ven he calls for assistance from fellow doctors (not medics, doctors stationed on the guardposts). He then tells you to leave.
In the rest of the guardpost, light has started getting dim to show the approach of the "night".</i>
<b>Just so everyone knows the main reason for wanting a drug that just "Supresses" the bacteria rather than get rid of it is it keeps in some sort of character. I didn't want to come back and suddenly be cured by a "super-drug" Plus it gives some character having to take booster shots every now and again (I am a big fan of character). It gives me a human character with human stats that is cured to an extent but still sticks within the realms of reality
Plus of course the DM can throw curveballs. Which I see Xect has done. I can't do anything at the moment so I'll just refrain from posting until I wake up and find out what Xect has in store for me (Xect please PM me, I'd like to know what is happening! <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--> )</b>
<b>Due to me being out all day, this post is slightly out of sync <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo--></b> <span style='color:green'>"WHAT!?? Xect got transferred? Jeezus. Sooner or later there's gonna be bloody nobody here." *stares at Ven as he enters the mess hall* "Wow. That infection's done more than I ever imagined it would." *laughs at Ed's reaction - that is, until Ven hits the deck in pain* "Shiat! DOC!!" *is ushered out of the room by the doctors* "Look, guys, if there's anything I can do, I'm in bunk 24F - wake me." *starts wandering off towards his bunk* "Night guys. I'm gonna hit the sack."</span> <!--QuoteBegin--Venmoch+--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Venmoch)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--><b>I call Night Shade as drug carrier! Hopefully this should be good enough explanation for the stat system!</b><!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> <b>I've got a dirty great med kit, I don't see why not.</b>
I was using the "herbal medicnes." <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
<i>Later in the evening, one of the doctors enters the main hall. He avoids your eyes as he quickly attaches a note below the obituary list.
"It is with regret that we announce the recent death of James "Venmoch" Ransom. Died 21:27 as a result of a failed attempt to cure a far-developed parasite infection".</i>
<b>Look Ven, I know your character is important, but so is everyone's else's character to their players. You keep hi-jacking the story, and that won't work in the long run. You can create a new character if you want, but don't take over the story. At least not without ASKING first. It's in the rules, crystal clear, yet you keep breaking it.</b>
<span style='color:purple'>*Takes off his helmet and places it over his chest* "Rest in peace you crazy fool." *Bows his head for a moment longer* "Ok, beer anyone? Richter, you're paying for Ven's drink still, I call it!"</span>
<b><span style='font-family:Arial'><span style='color:blue'> "Poor Venmoch, he deserved better than that." *Folds his hands together and says a whisperd prayer*
"Khaim, round up the others. I was hopeing for this to be more of a celibration than a wake."
"Darkness, we'll spar hand to hand tommorow, tonight we're going to drink to Venmoch's memory."
"You too, Nightdragon. No better time to get to know your new squad than now."
*Heads off to the bar with fellow rines in tow* </span></span></b>
<span style='color:White'> *Ed follows along with the rest of the group.* "I better not have anything worse than a Coke, someone's got to make sure you guys make it back to your quarters, the MPs would have a field day this squad" </span>
<!--QuoteBegin--Mr. Headcrab+Nov 11 2003, 07:41 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Mr. Headcrab @ Nov 11 2003, 07:41 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> <b>Ven, you do know you can return with a new char, right? Please come back Ven! dont let a little death ruin the rest of your life!</b> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> <b>Yeah I do but I've kinda been given the inspiration to go off and write a new Rogue Platoon bit set after this so, watch this space!</b>
<span style='color:green'>*notices doc walking past quarters, looking decidedly glum, and heads back to the mess hall* "What happened?" *spots obituary* "Oh. ...F-CK! They WOULD have to F-CKING mess with things they DONT HAVE a F-CKING clue about!" *slams fist against one end of a table, sending salt and pepper shakers flying* "F-ck." *follows group to the bar*</span>
<span style='color:yellow'>"Heads right to the bar, catches up with CPT. Terran. Man! Why does everybody cry for Ven? They barely knew him! Besides.." *Puts helmet to chest* "Almost nobody lifted their helmet when the others died in our previous mission..."</span>
<b>Terran, What Happened with me in the other story?</b>
<b>Silentmurderer, try reading the rules. I told that I wanted people to send stats, and that I wanted to restrict access. Your last post in this roleplay was in october, so you kinda left the RPG.</b>
<i>On the large screen in the mess hall, a briefing meeting is announced for squad 2 (you) in an hour.</i>
<span style='color:White'>*Ed looks at the screen* "Great, a Midnight meeting with the brass. Knowing my luck, We'll be disbanded and i'll be set up on perminant Bacterium removal duty" * With about 15 minutes left before the meeting begins, Ed finishes his soda, tries to assemble the squad, and heads towards the Breifing room.*</span>
<span style='color:red'><span style='font-family:courier'> *sees that Spin has fallen asleep* "Eh..poor b*stard must be tired out." *writes and leaves a note the table for him to contact me when he wakes up* *walks out of the room* *sees Silent* "Hey! Haven't seen you for a while! Guess you weren't called on the mission? No matter..." *ponders about his statement* "Yea, well. I guess it just didn't hit 'em hard enough. Heard the casualties in this one were worse by 2 to 3 fold or something...man. Damn Kharaa. They evolve faster than our battle doctrine does." *waves down the hall* "But the past is the past. Ven was rather close to them, since they protected and cared for him when he was down. We had him saved damn it, but then fate stole him back by some crazy chance. Come on, let's catch up on old times in the mess hall..." *message booms over the speaker system* "Meh, let's just catch up during the breifing. They probably aren't going to tell us anything important anyway <!--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:orange'><i>"You're on Richter." *hears notice for briefing* "How 'bout we remember Ven after our match, loser pays for the drinks."</i> <b>"I call commentating!"</b> <i>"Merc, you don't know anything about martial arts, chances are, we'd be moving too fast for you to keep up."</i> <b>"I wouldn't have commentated anyway, I'm just glad you came up with an excuse for me."</b></span>
<span style='color:purple'>*Starts moving off towards the briefing room.* "Comon, you can beat the wigglies out of each other AFTER we kill the aliens."</span>
<b><span style='font-family:Arial'><span style='color:blue'> "Ok Darkness, after. But I already said I was buying." *Grumbles about having to go to the breifing* "Stupid breifing. Trying to honor a fallen comrad here." </span></span></b>
<i>With the squad assembled, the briefing begins. An officer stands up at the speaker chair, and starts speaking:
"Welcome to this briefing of Jerren protecter squad 2. Since we have affirmed the change in the genetic code of our enemy, it's been decided that teh source needs to be investigated. As you well know, the aliens escaped from a planet-based research station. We eradicated all life there already, so there shouldn't be a need for battle, but you'll go equipped anyway. What we want you to do is basically find out what they found out before the kharaa escaped, since this info can prove invaluable in fighting the new kharaa. You will leave early tomorrow, so get some sleep and meet up at launch bay 5 at 8 tomorrow."
The officer steps down from the speaker chair and leaves.</i>
<span style='color:White'> "Yay, more combat... sounds like an easy mission." *Ed gets an idea.* "I wonder, since it seems like an easy mission, the brass would let me field test Ferrin and the Twins?" *Ed departs and catches up with the officer and preposes testing his ships on the upcoming mission.*</span>
<span style='color:red'><span style='font-family:courier'> *points at the officer while he's leaving* "Hehe...you said 'teh.' <span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Such a nub</span>." *smirks as he didn't hear me* "So...we've got some really weird stuffle to do tommorrow. Nothing too extrodinary. When Kharaa escape, they escape. So I doubt there will be anything in there. Kharaa don't want to idle around in a derelict station for no reason. <span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Especially when it'e been empty for as long as this one was</span>." </span></span>
<b><span style='font-family:Arial'><span style='color:blue'> "Bah. Tomorow? Can't even get a good nights drinking in......" *Looks thoughtful for a minute* "I say we bring the victory beer with us, that way we can drink on the way back. 'Sides, they should be sending scrubs to do this. Damn babysitting missions....." </span></span></b>
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<b>"You mean the stuff that you accidentally cut to pieces last time you were in there?"</b>
<i>"How did you! I mean, what are you talking about, last time I was in there they were already in pieces.</i>
<b>"Stop trying to bullsh!t me, I accessed the security camera recording. Well, everything before you cut the camera in two."</b>
<i>*gives a death stare to everyone who heard that*
"If any of you breath a word of that to anyone, I'll rip your head off and shove it so far up your @$$ that It'll look like it was never moved. Got it?"</i></span>
*Ed turns to greet Ven, he immeadatly turns pale.*
"Fade!"
*Ed dives behind a table, once he relaizes it's Ven, he sheepishly stands back up.*
"Sorry, force of habit. So, when are the claws gonna grow in?"
*Ed grins, trying to cover his embarassment*</span>
Those of you who's with Ven: Suddenly, without anything visible happening, Ven seemingly panics, he just has time to call a doctor before he lets out a scream and goes unconscious. A doctor comes running trough the door, and upon seeing Ven he calls for assistance from fellow doctors (not medics, doctors stationed on the guardposts). He then tells you to leave.
In the rest of the guardpost, light has started getting dim to show the approach of the "night".</i>
Plus of course the DM can throw curveballs. Which I see Xect has done. I can't do anything at the moment so I'll just refrain from posting until I wake up and find out what Xect has in store for me (Xect please PM me, I'd like to know what is happening! <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--> )</b>
<span style='color:green'>"WHAT!?? Xect got transferred? Jeezus. Sooner or later there's gonna be bloody nobody here."
*stares at Ven as he enters the mess hall*
"Wow. That infection's done more than I ever imagined it would."
*laughs at Ed's reaction - that is, until Ven hits the deck in pain*
"Shiat! DOC!!"
*is ushered out of the room by the doctors*
"Look, guys, if there's anything I can do, I'm in bunk 24F - wake me."
*starts wandering off towards his bunk*
"Night guys. I'm gonna hit the sack."</span>
<!--QuoteBegin--Venmoch+--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Venmoch)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--><b>I call Night Shade as drug carrier! Hopefully this should be good enough explanation for the stat system!</b><!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
<b>I've got a dirty great med kit, I don't see why not.</b>
"It is with regret that we announce the recent death of James "Venmoch" Ransom. Died 21:27 as a result of a failed attempt to cure a far-developed parasite infection".</i>
"Rest in peace you crazy fool."
*Bows his head for a moment longer*
"Ok, beer anyone? Richter, you're paying for Ven's drink still, I call it!"</span>
</span>
<b>Ven, you do know you can return with a new char, right? Please come back Ven! dont let a little death ruin the rest of your life!</b>
*Folds his hands together and says a whisperd prayer*
"Khaim, round up the others. I was hopeing for this to be more of a celibration than a wake."
"Darkness, we'll spar hand to hand tommorow, tonight we're going to drink to Venmoch's memory."
"You too, Nightdragon. No better time to get to know your new squad than now."
*Heads off to the bar with fellow rines in tow* </span></span></b>
"I better not have anything worse than a Coke, someone's got to make sure you guys make it back to your quarters, the MPs would have a field day this squad"
</span>
"I hardly knew Ven, but I know he was an OK guy" *removes helmet and bows head*</span>
<b>Yeah I do but I've kinda been given the inspiration to go off and write a new Rogue Platoon bit set after this so, watch this space!</b>
"What happened?"
*spots obituary*
"Oh. ...F-CK! They WOULD have to F-CKING mess with things they DONT HAVE a F-CKING clue about!"
*slams fist against one end of a table, sending salt and pepper shakers flying*
"F-ck."
*follows group to the bar*</span>
*Puts helmet to chest*
"Almost nobody lifted their helmet when the others died in our previous mission..."</span>
<b>Terran, What Happened with me in the other story?</b>
<i>On the large screen in the mess hall, a briefing meeting is announced for squad 2 (you) in an hour.</i>
"Great, a Midnight meeting with the brass. Knowing my luck, We'll be disbanded and i'll be set up on perminant Bacterium removal duty"
* With about 15 minutes left before the meeting begins, Ed finishes his soda, tries to assemble the squad, and heads towards the Breifing room.*</span>
*sees that Spin has fallen asleep*
"Eh..poor b*stard must be tired out."
*writes and leaves a note the table for him to contact me when he wakes up*
*walks out of the room*
*sees Silent*
"Hey! Haven't seen you for a while! Guess you weren't called on the mission? No matter..."
*ponders about his statement*
"Yea, well. I guess it just didn't hit 'em hard enough. Heard the casualties in this one were worse by 2 to 3 fold or something...man. Damn Kharaa. They evolve faster than our battle doctrine does."
*waves down the hall*
"But the past is the past. Ven was rather close to them, since they protected and cared for him when he was down. We had him saved damn it, but then fate stole him back by some crazy chance. Come on, let's catch up on old times in the mess hall..."
*message booms over the speaker system*
"Meh, let's just catch up during the breifing. They probably aren't going to tell us anything important anyway <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->."
</span></span>
*hears notice for briefing*
"How 'bout we remember Ven after our match, loser pays for the drinks."</i>
<b>"I call commentating!"</b>
<i>"Merc, you don't know anything about martial arts, chances are, we'd be moving too fast for you to keep up."</i>
<b>"I wouldn't have commentated anyway, I'm just glad you came up with an excuse for me."</b></span>
"Comon, you can beat the wigglies out of each other AFTER we kill the aliens."</span>
*heads off to quaters*</span>
"Welcome to this briefing of Jerren protecter squad 2. Since we have affirmed the change in the genetic code of our enemy, it's been decided that teh source needs to be investigated. As you well know, the aliens escaped from a planet-based research station. We eradicated all life there already, so there shouldn't be a need for battle, but you'll go equipped anyway. What we want you to do is basically find out what they found out before the kharaa escaped, since this info can prove invaluable in fighting the new kharaa. You will leave early tomorrow, so get some sleep and meet up at launch bay 5 at 8 tomorrow."
The officer steps down from the speaker chair and leaves.</i>
*Ed gets an idea.*
"I wonder, since it seems like an easy mission, the brass would let me field test Ferrin and the Twins?"
*Ed departs and catches up with the officer and preposes testing his ships on the upcoming mission.*</span>
*points at the officer while he's leaving*
"Hehe...you said 'teh.' <span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Such a nub</span>."
*smirks as he didn't hear me*
"So...we've got some really weird stuffle to do tommorrow. Nothing too extrodinary. When Kharaa escape, they escape. So I doubt there will be anything in there. Kharaa don't want to idle around in a derelict station for no reason. <span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Especially when it'e been empty for as long as this one was</span>."
</span></span>
*Looks thoughtful for a minute* "I say we bring the victory beer with us, that way we can drink on the way back. 'Sides, they should be sending scrubs to do this. Damn babysitting missions....." </span></span></b>