One final chance: An FTL-RP
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Chickengames
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Re: One final chance: An FTL-RP
I'll be red then
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elijahdb
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Re: One final chance: An FTL-RP
"Dangee, yew've certainly got guts," Targon commented to the oversized Rock who was arm-wrestling one of his robotic arms. Targon hummed and scratched his chin non-caringly, then smacked his arm down on the table, making the Rockman wince. "I win." The people around him cheered, and the blue Mantis got onto the table, purposefully stepping on the Rockman's hand and bowed deeply.
"Now, if yew'll excuse me," Targon neatly hopped down from the table, took a swig of his beer and walked over to Kr, who was drinking some kind of float.
"Got anything?" He whispered. Kr nodded and informed Targon that they were staying in a private room upstairs, meeting somebody.
"Hmm, I wonder why." Targon pondered. "Oh well, I just want the head. I'm going to rouse up the drunken mob, then we can slip upstairs." Targon got onto a chair and stood. "Atten-SHUN!" He bellowed, making the aliens turn to look at him. "I've just he'rd tha' there's a brawl outside the door. Mebbe yew'all want to make a few bets on who would win." Targon grinned cheekily and pointed to himself.
"TARGON!!" Everyone yelled, "Targon'll beat the TAR 'til they're GONE!!" Targon frowned inwardly. Not what I would've come up with, but alright.
The entire bar, caught up in a drunken frenzy, charged out the door, and Targon quickly hoisted up Kr onto a table before he was trampled.
"Let's move." They quickly and quietly ran to the upstairs door, went through it and shut it behind them. Targon looked at Kr.
"You're better at this than I am; you're a freaking mercenary." He whispered. "What's a good strategy?"
"Now, if yew'll excuse me," Targon neatly hopped down from the table, took a swig of his beer and walked over to Kr, who was drinking some kind of float.
"Got anything?" He whispered. Kr nodded and informed Targon that they were staying in a private room upstairs, meeting somebody.
"Hmm, I wonder why." Targon pondered. "Oh well, I just want the head. I'm going to rouse up the drunken mob, then we can slip upstairs." Targon got onto a chair and stood. "Atten-SHUN!" He bellowed, making the aliens turn to look at him. "I've just he'rd tha' there's a brawl outside the door. Mebbe yew'all want to make a few bets on who would win." Targon grinned cheekily and pointed to himself.
"TARGON!!" Everyone yelled, "Targon'll beat the TAR 'til they're GONE!!" Targon frowned inwardly. Not what I would've come up with, but alright.
The entire bar, caught up in a drunken frenzy, charged out the door, and Targon quickly hoisted up Kr onto a table before he was trampled.
"Let's move." They quickly and quietly ran to the upstairs door, went through it and shut it behind them. Targon looked at Kr.
"You're better at this than I am; you're a freaking mercenary." He whispered. "What's a good strategy?"
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kestrelfan
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Re: One final chance: An FTL-RP
i call light blue
Dont Call it a comeback, I've been here for years
I just surf the forums for new mods and nostalgia at this point, that's about it
I just surf the forums for new mods and nostalgia at this point, that's about it
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stylesrj
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Re: One final chance: An FTL-RP
Tabitha was pondering her existence. Something doesn't feel right, she thought to herself, thinking about to the day she joined the Federation Navy.
She was engaged in combat with a group of Rebels and she thought it was all over until the hangar doors opened and then... she was at the helm of a Rebel Fighter, dodging laser blasts until reaching a space station...
But how did I get on that fighter? Why do I remember the doors opening but not how I found myself onboard... I'd remember that sort of transition as being especially harrowing, she mused.
She was engaged in combat with a group of Rebels and she thought it was all over until the hangar doors opened and then... she was at the helm of a Rebel Fighter, dodging laser blasts until reaching a space station...
But how did I get on that fighter? Why do I remember the doors opening but not how I found myself onboard... I'd remember that sort of transition as being especially harrowing, she mused.
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Chickengames
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Re: One final chance: An FTL-RP
"We need to find out which room they're in. I'm betting the accent was fake, so listen to what their talking about. Check the doors on the right. I'll go on the left." Kr crept up to the first door and listened inside. They sounded like humans, talking about business and money. He moved to the second door.
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dyno101
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Re: One final chance: An FTL-RP
(You're accepted!)
Quintet knew he was in trouble. He hadn't seen his original partner in years and there was no doubt he was angry. Quintet quickly responded.
"So time passed. What do you want me to do about it? It's the only thing we can't control."
The response was instant.
"I want you to power a drone and assasinate Jarman Black. Then I might let us get back on old terms. Might."
Quintet powered a drone and wheeled it into the storage bay. He quickly opened a small crate in the back that contained an insane amount of poison syringes. He looked through it and grabbed a syringe with a red label, then went to the ship's empty kitchen and grabbed a bit of whale meat and injected it with the syringe. He knew what to do. A certain drink popular in bars like this contained the juice of whale meat, which meant all that was left to do was to find the target and make him a "complimentary drink" with the poisoned whale juice. If that failed, he would snipe him from an air duct.
Quintet knew he was in trouble. He hadn't seen his original partner in years and there was no doubt he was angry. Quintet quickly responded.
"So time passed. What do you want me to do about it? It's the only thing we can't control."
The response was instant.
"I want you to power a drone and assasinate Jarman Black. Then I might let us get back on old terms. Might."
Quintet powered a drone and wheeled it into the storage bay. He quickly opened a small crate in the back that contained an insane amount of poison syringes. He looked through it and grabbed a syringe with a red label, then went to the ship's empty kitchen and grabbed a bit of whale meat and injected it with the syringe. He knew what to do. A certain drink popular in bars like this contained the juice of whale meat, which meant all that was left to do was to find the target and make him a "complimentary drink" with the poisoned whale juice. If that failed, he would snipe him from an air duct.
"There isn't good or bad. There's just insane."
"Blamsauce!"
"Blamsauce!"
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kestrelfan
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Re: One final chance: An FTL-RP
so i have a joke a lanius walks into a bar everybody pulls guns 5 minutes later said lanius walks out of the bar then a human walks into said bar and everyone is dead from asphyxia
Dont Call it a comeback, I've been here for years
I just surf the forums for new mods and nostalgia at this point, that's about it
I just surf the forums for new mods and nostalgia at this point, that's about it
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kestrelfan
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Re: One final chance: An FTL-RP
derk decides to join targon so derk decides to use the "public teleport system" and teleports to the inn targon is at and says so, whats going on and whats the plan?
is this better ?
is this better ?
Last edited by kestrelfan on Sun Oct 16, 2016 10:58 pm, edited 2 times in total.
Dont Call it a comeback, I've been here for years
I just surf the forums for new mods and nostalgia at this point, that's about it
I just surf the forums for new mods and nostalgia at this point, that's about it
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elijahdb
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Re: One final chance: An FTL-RP
*RP screeches to a halt*
I'm sorry to come across as a dirty jerk, but I don't think there's a nice way to say this.
You can't just teleport to someone, no explanation. Why and how in the world would you know where my character is? He's in an inn, for crying out loud. How would you get a teleporter? We're trying to stay away from plot holes, not create them.
And please don't PM us saying look at the RP two minutes after you've posted. Every time we get on the forums we pretty much always look at the RP if there's a new post in it. If there are new posts in a topic we'll know because the topic text is green.
Once again, I'm sorry if I sound like a big jerk.
I'm sorry to come across as a dirty jerk, but I don't think there's a nice way to say this.
You can't just teleport to someone, no explanation. Why and how in the world would you know where my character is? He's in an inn, for crying out loud. How would you get a teleporter? We're trying to stay away from plot holes, not create them.
And please don't PM us saying look at the RP two minutes after you've posted. Every time we get on the forums we pretty much always look at the RP if there's a new post in it. If there are new posts in a topic we'll know because the topic text is green.
Once again, I'm sorry if I sound like a big jerk.
I've created Type C Hulls for the enemy Mantis, Slug, Rock, and Zoltan ships, and anyone can use these for a mod.
Check out the details here.
Check out the details here.
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stylesrj
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Re: One final chance: An FTL-RP
Tabitha sighed and left her seat to go to the kitchens. Maybe a bit of food will lighten my spirits... hmmm, how about a nice whale meat steak... she thought to herself, brushing past the drone.
She then saw an empty syringe on the counter with a red label. "Wait is that Giant Alien Spider poison?" she asked, picking it up carefully and looking at the ingredients.
That would mean then...
"Targon, this line isn't secure but... I'm starting to think that the steak you ate a while ago might have been poisoned with Giant Alien Spider Venom" Tabitha said over the communicator.
She then saw an empty syringe on the counter with a red label. "Wait is that Giant Alien Spider poison?" she asked, picking it up carefully and looking at the ingredients.
That would mean then...
"Targon, this line isn't secure but... I'm starting to think that the steak you ate a while ago might have been poisoned with Giant Alien Spider Venom" Tabitha said over the communicator.