<span style='color:lightgreen'>*I look to see who is calling my name*
"Eh lad havent seen ye in a wee bit, how are ye? Comon, lets go get us a <i>pint</i>. This lad here is Bill, and that nervous, twitchy fellow is Fingers."
*Steers crew towards the bar*
"Ehey, barkeep! Bring me and me friend here a pint of ale!"</span>
<span style='color:yellow'>[/barter] "well, i would like the bionic fingers. could you shave a little off the price? those things are so dangerous when they overload, and i want to get my moneys worth." *goes up and talks to <span style='color:gray'> julia 'patch' johnson</span>* [/charm] "hi, julia, whats up? is <span style='color:gray'>ox </span> still living up to his name?"</span>
<!--QuoteBegin--FranticNS+Dec 6 2003, 02:11 AM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (FranticNS @ Dec 6 2003, 02:11 AM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> <span style='color:lightgreen'>*I look to see who is calling my name*
"Eh lad havent seen ye in a wee bit, how are ye? Comon, lets go get us a <i>pint</i>. This lad here is Bill, and that nervous, twitchy fellow is Fingers."
*Steers crew towards the bar*
"Ehey, barkeep! Bring me and me friend here a pint of ale!"</span> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> <span style='color:green'>"A pint sound real nice right now. You're gonna have to put it on my tab though..."</span>
<!--QuoteBegin--J D W+Dec 6 2003, 04:44 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (J D W @ Dec 6 2003, 04:44 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> "Hey Bill. When are we next going to fight?" <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> <span style='color:green'>"Do I look like I'm in command? Ask the Sarge, over there in the corner. The one with the TSA uniform. He's the one in the know."</span>
<span style='color:green'>[/Persuade failed]</span> <span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:gray'>"Sorry Bill, if you knew how hard it was to get these suits you'd charge the same, if not more."</span></span>
<span style='color:yellow'>[/Persuade succeed]</span> <span style='color:gray'><span style='font-family:Courier'>"You drive a hard bargin, 40 CD no lower.There not that dangerous, when was the last time you were attacked by a sonic or electrical weapon?"</span></span>
<i>The barman serves the requested drinks at the bar.</i>
<span style='font-family:Times'><span style='color:gray'>*The barman leans in as he serves you whispering in a low voice.* "I've heard some intresting things, but it will cost you."</span></span>
<span style='color:purple'><span style='font-family:Courier'>"Hey Dea, what do you mean is 'Ox still living up to his name?'" *Looks dissaprovingly at Ox*</span></span>#
<i>Sargent Epoch leaves the bar. He reminds you of your breifing as he leaves.</i>
<span style='color:blue'>"10:30 in <b>Breifing Room 3</b> in the left wing."</span>
<!--QuoteBegin--Epoch666+Dec 7 2003, 11:26 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Epoch666 @ Dec 7 2003, 11:26 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--><span style='color:green'>[/Persuade failed]</span> <span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:gray'>"Sorry Bill, if you knew how hard it was to get these suits you'd charge the same, if not more."</span></span> <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> <span style='color:green'>"An extra 50Cd in the long run not enough for you?" *I shake my head.* "Sorry, guess we can't do business yet then."</span> <!--QuoteBegin--Epoch666+Dec 7 2003, 11:26 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Epoch666 @ Dec 7 2003, 11:26 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->"10:30 in Breifing Room 3 in the left wing."<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> <span style='color:green'>*I check my watch* "Looks like we're not getting that drink after all, mates. Breifing in 10 minutes and all... Best be heading there now." *I leave the bar, grumbling about the price of a battlesuit, and the stingyness of Fingers*</span>
sorry about the color change, but i want to keep my color constant. never liked yellow anyway.
<span style='color:pink'>"k, fingers. the last time was an electrified rt. misfire in the FF system. was very bad." *hands over 40 cd* /charm "well, sorry i couldnt stay and chat, julia. duty calls. I promse to buy youa drink next time though" *heads off to briefing room*</span>
<span style='color:lightgreen'>"Is it that time already?" *grabs what is left of his beer and heads to the debriefing* *To Crew* "Ye coming lad?"</span>
<span style='color:pink'> "jeese, where did the time go? dont we get any time just to relax after a hard mission? meh, its just go go go. oh well, que sera sera." *looks back over my shoulder* "keep up the pace, boys"</span>
<span style='color:green'>*I salute* "Sir, Yes Sir. Right Away, Sir"</span> Just what title are we supposed to give female superior officers? Do the TSA use Sir or Ma'am?
I know about the doctrine. But I was poking fun slightly <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo-->
oh, i c <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
I thought the biggest clue was the way I replyed, in the same manner as a recruit to a drill instructor. Oh, and <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--> <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo-->
* I run through the highly decorated main hall and into a seperate corridor. I swipe a admission card and slip into the briefing room.* "Hello? Oh there you are Sarge." *Mesa salutes.* "I'm two minutes early. They better hurry up."
<i>In the breifing room several chairs are arranges in a semi-circle facing a holo-projector at the front.</i> <span style='color:blue'>Sgt. Epoch</span> <i>and</i> Pvt. JDW <i>and already in the breifing room</i>. <span style='color:blue'>Epoch </span><i>is inserting mini-disk into the holo-projector and adjusting the focus lenses.</i>
<span style='color:blue'>*Returns the salute to to JDW and takes a seat at the desk next to the holo-projector and press a few buttons on the desk built in keyboard.* "When you are all present and correct I will begin."</span>
<b>I would think it's Ma'am. But they don't really follow rank in the TSA. JDW do you want to use <span style='color:yellow'>Yellow</span>? As Dea has moved to <span style='color:pink'>pink</span>.</b>
<i>Once everyone is in and seated Sgt.Epoch begins the de-briefing.</i>
<span style='color:blue'>"At 08:07 this moring a distress signal was received form the cruiseliner QE2003." "When we responded we found the ship had been attacked by space pirates, using TSA equipment and weapons." "The Stolen TSA drop ship they were using escaped from the ship with some stolen items and the majority of the pirates." "However we managed to capture and, with my help, successfully interagate three pirates." "But they were nothing more then grunts in a large scale operation and could tell us little." "What we know is; The pirates use the TSA dropship and clothing to gain access to a ship claiming it needs 'a routine check for Kharaa bacterium'. Once aboard they lock the crew and passegngers in their quaters for 'saftey reasons' and then procceed to remove anything of value." "Intelligence belives they may be funding a small army or large scale operation with the money they are making from these heist." "We also aquirred a location of one of the pirates spacestations. It is the remains of a spacestation located in an asteroid field, on one of the asteroids." "Admiral Studaber wants this threat eliminated ASAP." "We are too capture this base and find out who is in charge of this operation. A drop ship awaits in <b>Docking Bay 2</b>. You will be briefed in transit to speed things up. They have probably heard their men have been captured and maybe evacuating their safe heavens."</span>
<span style='color:green'>"Sarge, a quick question. We just got back from an Op. Why are we going out again? Isn't it SOP for another team to take the next Op?"</span>
<span style='color:lightgreen'>"Ye are right lad, but we have a few fresh marines ready for action." *Downs the rest of his beer* "Anyways, we shouuld be fine. Sir" *Salutes Sarge* *heads out to suit up* </span>
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"Eh lad havent seen ye in a wee bit, how are ye? Comon, lets go get us a <i>pint</i>. This lad here is Bill, and that nervous, twitchy fellow is Fingers."
*Steers crew towards the bar*
"Ehey, barkeep! Bring me and me friend here a pint of ale!"</span>
*goes up and talks to <span style='color:gray'> julia 'patch' johnson</span>*
[/charm] "hi, julia, whats up? is <span style='color:gray'>ox </span> still living up to his name?"</span>
*I walk over to the bar and sit down*
"Ehrm do you do cola or plain water here? I dont like to drink."
"Eh lad havent seen ye in a wee bit, how are ye? Comon, lets go get us a <i>pint</i>. This lad here is Bill, and that nervous, twitchy fellow is Fingers."
*Steers crew towards the bar*
"Ehey, barkeep! Bring me and me friend here a pint of ale!"</span> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
<span style='color:green'>"A pint sound real nice right now. You're gonna have to put it on my tab though..."</span>
<span style='color:green'>"Do I look like I'm in command? Ask the Sarge, over there in the corner. The one with the TSA uniform. He's the one in the know."</span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:gray'>"Sorry Bill, if you knew how hard it was to get these suits you'd charge the same, if not more."</span></span>
<span style='color:yellow'>[/Persuade succeed]</span>
<span style='color:gray'><span style='font-family:Courier'>"You drive a hard bargin, 40 CD no lower.There not that dangerous, when was the last time you were attacked by a sonic or electrical weapon?"</span></span>
<i>The barman serves the requested drinks at the bar.</i>
<span style='font-family:Times'><span style='color:gray'>*The barman leans in as he serves you whispering in a low voice.*
"I've heard some intresting things, but it will cost you."</span></span>
<span style='color:purple'><span style='font-family:Courier'>"Hey Dea, what do you mean is 'Ox still living up to his name?'"
*Looks dissaprovingly at Ox*</span></span>#
<i>Sargent Epoch leaves the bar. He reminds you of your breifing as he leaves.</i>
<span style='color:blue'>"10:30 in <b>Breifing Room 3</b> in the left wing."</span>
Day 2 - Time 10:20
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:gray'>"Sorry Bill, if you knew how hard it was to get these suits you'd charge the same, if not more."</span></span>
<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
<span style='color:green'>"An extra 50Cd in the long run not enough for you?"
*I shake my head.*
"Sorry, guess we can't do business yet then."</span>
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<span style='color:green'>*I check my watch*
"Looks like we're not getting that drink after all, mates. Breifing in 10 minutes and all... Best be heading there now."
*I leave the bar, grumbling about the price of a battlesuit, and the stingyness of Fingers*</span>
<span style='color:pink'>"k, fingers. the last time was an electrified rt. misfire in the FF system. was very bad."
*hands over 40 cd*
/charm "well, sorry i couldnt stay and chat, julia. duty calls. I promse to buy youa drink next time though"
*heads off to briefing room*</span>
<b>Combat Skills:</b> Pressure Points
<b>FieldCraft Skills:</b> Specialist (Blade weapon), Combat Engineer
<b>Traits:</b> Heroic
<b>Items:</b> Bionic Argumentation; chest
<span style='color:purple'> *Hearing that there will be Breifing at 1030, Lev heads out of the Mess hall towards Breifing Room 3.* </span>
*grabs what is left of his beer and heads to the debriefing*
*To Crew* "Ye coming lad?"</span>
"ehh Frantic im a coming, wait up"
*walks out the of the bar with Frantic*</span>
"Well, I figure if we're going there, may as well go in a group."</span>
*looks back over my shoulder*
"keep up the pace, boys"</span>
"Sir, Yes Sir. Right Away, Sir"</span>
Just what title are we supposed to give female superior officers? Do the TSA use Sir or Ma'am?
"Hello? Oh there you are Sarge."
*Mesa salutes.*
"I'm two minutes early. They better hurry up."
<span style='color:blue'>Sgt. Epoch</span> <i>and</i> Pvt. JDW <i>and already in the breifing room</i>. <span style='color:blue'>Epoch </span><i>is inserting mini-disk into the holo-projector and adjusting the focus lenses.</i>
<span style='color:blue'>*Returns the salute to to JDW and takes a seat at the desk next to the holo-projector and press a few buttons on the desk built in keyboard.*
"When you are all present and correct I will begin."</span>
<b>I would think it's Ma'am. But they don't really follow rank in the TSA.
JDW do you want to use <span style='color:yellow'>Yellow</span>? As Dea has moved to <span style='color:pink'>pink</span>.</b>
<span style='color:pink'>*moves up into breifing room and takes a seat.*
"ooh, sarge. whatcha got there?"
*interst intrest O_0*</span>
"Ehey Sarge, we ready for combat ya?"</span>
"Hope so... That way I won't have abandoned my beer for nothing..."</span>
*moves up behind a chair and crosses arms*
*nods*</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"At 08:07 this moring a distress signal was received form the cruiseliner QE2003."
"When we responded we found the ship had been attacked by space pirates, using TSA equipment and weapons."
"The Stolen TSA drop ship they were using escaped from the ship with some stolen items and the majority of the pirates."
"However we managed to capture and, with my help, successfully interagate three pirates."
"But they were nothing more then grunts in a large scale operation and could tell us little."
"What we know is; The pirates use the TSA dropship and clothing to gain access to a ship claiming it needs 'a routine check for Kharaa bacterium'. Once aboard they lock the crew and passegngers in their quaters for 'saftey reasons' and then procceed to remove anything of value."
"Intelligence belives they may be funding a small army or large scale operation with the money they are making from these heist."
"We also aquirred a location of one of the pirates spacestations. It is the remains of a spacestation located in an asteroid field, on one of the asteroids."
"Admiral Studaber wants this threat eliminated ASAP."
"We are too capture this base and find out who is in charge of this operation. A drop ship awaits in <b>Docking Bay 2</b>. You will be briefed in transit to speed things up. They have probably heard their men have been captured and maybe evacuating their safe heavens."</span>
*Downs the rest of his beer*
"Anyways, we shouuld be fine. Sir" *Salutes Sarge*
*heads out to suit up* </span>