Kalos' Games #spacecopsic 7/29/2017

DiscoDude: **---BEGIN SESSION---**
DiscoDude: **Session logging commenced**
Kalos: This time, on space news:
News comes that the purging mentioned 6 months ago is coming to an end- however this is because it was successful.
The space station you were at before is about to host that big name fighting game tournament once again. it has been a year, afterall.
A major starship building company in another nation was just broken up.
your nation has just begun a larger recruitment drive for its militariy, particularly its navy. There's hintings that if its not successful enough it may mean a draft is in order.
Kalos: Everyone on board ship one gets a call from Runi-
Kalos: (that means <@!Cyril> , <@!Dominic>  <@!Keith>  <@!Miri>  )
Dominic: "Yello?" Dominic perks up at the call.
Kalos: and by call, its far more like 'text message'-
Kalos: "We have a new ship for you- stay where you are. A couple more knights as well."
Amoni Steeltower: (This is out of character)
Kalos: "They'll be there in a few hours- last minute shifting."
Dominic: "Awsome." Dominic spoke, twirling in his chair
Kalos: "Their ship's name is the Morningstar. your current location was relayed, do not move or break hyperspace radio silence."
Dominic: _Coffee is actually a really good flavor..._ He thought to himself while just browsing and downloading tastes of beverages. "Gotcha gotcha."
Kalos: Rylex speaks up: "Well, I guess that's goodbye already, huh?" in his usual clittering 'accent'.
Dominic: "I guess it is." Dominic shrugged, "I wonder what these other new space knights look like."
Kalos: (does anyone else have a comment on this? or shall I skip until they're here?)
Amoni Steeltower: (Well, keiths still not here)
Dominic: (I say we skip, but wait for Keith for a bit)
Amoni Steeltower: (Well, I suppose if they come in later they come in late, I'm as ready as I'm gona get I suppose 😬 )
Amoni Steeltower: (Oh)
Dominic: (I mean we can start it up right now without Keith, I'm fine with anything tbh)
Keith: (I just arrived)
Dominic: (There he is)
Amoni Steeltower: (Will AMoni have knowledge as to who to be looking for?)
Dominic: (They did recieve our cords)
Amoni Steeltower: (yeah, but is she looking for anyone in specific?)
Amoni Steeltower: (Or a group of people?)
Sgt. Velma Herald: ((Cords being short for Records?))
Dominic: (Cordinates)
Amoni Steeltower: (^)
Keith: _Keith passes his number to Rylex_
Keith: "Hey, you can call me anytime, so I can hear your handsome accent."
Amoni Steeltower: (Okay, so I know where to find them, So once I get there she will assume thats them)
Keith: "Also, I wished you could stay longer, Rylex."
Amoni Steeltower: (got it!)
Kalos: "Someone's gotta fly the ship back." he shrugs
Kalos: -----------------
Kalos: Amoni-
Amoni Steeltower: Amoni enters the room, looking around at the group of people that she assumes is her new team. "Hey, this seems like quite the  party going on here" AMoni says with a smirk.
Amoni Steeltower: "Names Amoni Steeltower."
Kalos: You were briefed a couple days ago, and met your fellow spaceknights in the form of Adem Nineball, a human psion, and Sgt. Velma. For some reason they stuck all the humans together that's pretty racist yo
Kalos: You were originally sent on a mission to go chase down some spy or something like that
Kalos: But then Runi called that off as of... 2 hours ago. and said you were to approach another team of spaceknights hiding around a planet, and to have them board your ship and fuse teams.
Miri: "Kinda late in the game for such a major change in plans, don'tcha think?" Miri says, rubbing her chin.
Kalos: So now you flew your ship in to a rather plain starsystem- a binary star, a good half dozen planets between them-
Keith: "Well. I think the program has started not too long ago, so, it is still being settled down."
Kalos: The most notable feature was that there was a prome hanging somewhere broadcasting to the system that the place was under the isolation and protation by the galactic council-
Kalos: probes like these were set up decades ago- this one might have been here 50 or more.
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Well, this better be good; I don't want it to just be another babysitting mission like the last one."
Kalos: Now Defunct, but they were never made to realize this could happen.
Kalos: You have a set of coordinates- a small ship of comparable size (but of lesser quality) to your own is supposed to be here somewhere containing your new 'cell-mates'
Dominic: "Eh, fusing teams is common for me." Dom shrugs at the rest of his crew.
Sgt. Velma Herald: Sgt. Herald sat with her arms crossed under her chest as she waited to dock with the rest of the new team.
Kalos: Flying your ship in- you may try to dock. Roll piloting (high performance spacecraft) [amoni]
Amoni Steeltower: (okay)
Amoni Steeltower: "Well, this is these are the cords it seems" Amoni mutters under her breath begins to dock
Dominic: (3d6 is the roll you are always gonna use for this except for damage btw)
Keith: (Or)
Keith: ( !groll [your effective skill])
Dominic: (Or that yeah)
Amoni Steeltower: (Okay, skill being piloting)
Kalos: Up really close- you can see the other ship, even if its running quiet with all systems off. Or just look out your window.
Amoni Steeltower: !groll [13]
DiscoDude: <@Amoni Steeltower> entered an invalid skill value
Dominic: (no brackets around the number)
Amoni Steeltower: !groll 13
DiscoDude: <@Amoni Steeltower> rolled 15 (degree -2; failure)
Dominic: (ouch)
Amoni Steeltower: (ahg)
Adem Nineball: (oh boy)
Amoni Steeltower: "Alrighty" Amoni sighs
Kalos: It goes without an issue- Your ship links up with the other- the ship comm systems link up
Amoni Steeltower: (oh thank god)
Amoni Steeltower: Amoni gets up from her seat and enters the bunkroom "Alright ladies, lets get on board."
Amoni Steeltower: (I thought we we're getting on theres)
Kalos: (nope)
Amoni Steeltower: (NO NO NO)
Amoni Steeltower: (I thought we were meeting ,and coming back abord :P)
Amoni Steeltower: (thats what I had in mind)
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Finally."  Herald gets up and fallows the cat-snake-human....thing to the airlock.
Amoni Steeltower: Amoni enters the room, looking around at the group of people that she assumes is her new team. "Hey, this seems like quite the  party going on out here in the middle of no where" Amoni says with a smirk.
Amoni Steeltower: "Names Amoni Steeltower"
Kalos: (now's a good time for you all to describe how you look as the airlocks open)
Amoni Steeltower: (Amoni is a 6'1", Blue and white furred, yellow scaled Tigeress?Python Humanoid)
Dominic: Dom looks over, "Mhmm..." He gets out of his chair and strides towards them, "The name's Dominic." Dominic is outfitted with a Nanoweave Tacsuit, and two holsters on each side of his thighs, one for stunning, and one for gunning.
Keith: "Oh, hello yourself. My name is Keith, pleased to make your aqquaintace." Says the small furry person with long tail, and black mini-mane. Who seems to be wearing a mostly enclosed biosuit.
Amoni Steeltower: Amoni moves to Dom to shake hands, her long reptilion tail coiled over and around here left solder.
Amoni Steeltower: She reaches out with her robotic left arm.
Amoni Steeltower: "glad to meet you Dom." Amoni says with a smile
Miri: "Hi," the bright pink cat-lady says, saluting.
Dominic: (Usually what Dom looks like)
Amoni Steeltower: (edgy :P)
Dominic: He grabs a hold of their hand firmly and shakes it, "Nice to meet you too."
Miri: (just posted Miri in the <#238765299661406208> channel 😉 )
Amoni Steeltower: (Just occured to me, would have made more sense to shake with my right, whatever)
Kalos: (how else can you destroy their carpal bones?)
Amoni Steeltower: Amoni glances over to the large pink cat standing not far from her
Amoni Steeltower: "And you are?" Amoni asks curiously
Sgt. Velma Herald: The short woman only 5'3" by Earth Imperial measurements stand just behind and to the left of Amoni clad in a suit of green flesh with her head exposed showing her mediteranian heritage: olive skin with bright red hair.  "Sgt. Velma Herald of the Arcnia Imperial Republic."  Her tone right now is indicitive of her priorities, namely that the mission is more important than formalities.
Miri: "The name's Miri. Miri Khlass. But you can call me Miri," she says. smiling.
Sgt. Velma Herald: "So, I haven't been given much info on the assignment.  Will there be a debreifing?"
Amoni Steeltower: Amoni nods in Miris direction "Alright Miri, good to finally meet you as well."
Dominic: "We're just here to make sure they don't nuke us, sounds easy enough." He puts it bluntly.
Amoni Steeltower: "Yes, the assignment" Amoni replies"
Miri: "'Finally'? I didn't know my reputation preceded me," she says, sheepishly.
Amoni Steeltower: (tad late)
Adem Nineball: Adem just walked and decided to stand near the sargent, being *slightly* higher than her. He is a Pale human in a brown Biosuit -becaue he didn't really care for the "rainbow" modification of said Biosuit.- probably the most distintive feautre is his white hair but eh, there are crazier chocies for hairstyle out there.
Keith: "Hello...?" Keith said, being neglected greetings.
Kalos: (you all still of course, have Runi's recording of the briefing recorded.)
Amoni Steeltower: (erp, forgot to mention clothes, average space biosuit, but vibrant orange)
Kalos: (the 3-4 times she told it.)
Amoni Steeltower: Amoni looks down at the furry being "Oh! I'm so sorry!"
Sgt. Velma Herald: ((Kind of important don't you think?))
Amoni Steeltower: "I'll admit, I completely.. uh.. over looked you" She says with a sheepish chuckle
Sgt. Velma Herald: "I can see why."
Amoni Steeltower: "And who are you?"
Dominic: (Oh btw, Dominic has Reputation. Being Recongnized by almost everyone all the time. heh)
Keith: "Well, name is Keith. If you haven't heard it before."
Sgt. Velma Herald: The joke was uncharacterisc of Velma.  She starts worrying how much of her drakin "escort" had rubbed off on her.
Kalos: (dom was a notable mercenary. They were on hypernet TV sometimes asked to make statements)
Kalos: (years ago)
Amoni Steeltower: (Amoni has a rep with the Merc society, if you have any connects with Mercanary work in gen, you may ahve heard my name)
Amoni Steeltower: (also, last name is the name of a Tech Company, which she has strong connections to)
Amoni Steeltower: "So, I think thats everyone?" Amoni looks around.
Dominic: "So how's that Tech company going for you?" Dom chuckled to himself, looking over at Amoni.
Adem Nineball: *Adem Coughed in a forced manner*
Amoni Steeltower: "Ah, you recognize my last name then?" Well, being an heir to the CEO has its advantages"
Keith: "There's Cyril too... But they are a little bit quiet right now."
Amoni Steeltower: "Oh, jeez" Amoni blushes quite visabbly and not noticing the man in the corner and the Avali.
Kalos: There's also an avali sitting on a bench across the room just waiting.
Adem Nineball: "Adem Nineball, thats really all you need to know, other than my proficiency in Guns and Swords and a few other handy skills, but that should be a given considering our position." He said the whole sentence without taking a single second to breath, as if to get it out of the way.
Dominic: "Mhmm." Dominic spoke, "Pretty interesting stuff you got on your merc'd in." (think like Linked In)
Miri: _raises an eyebrow at Adem's introduction, and looks at the others meaningfully._
Keith: _Keith shrug at Miri._
Amoni Steeltower: "Ah." Amoni exclaims softly and understandingly. "And you?" She ask the Avali
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Well, if we're all done with the plesantries, we should get started."
Amoni Steeltower: (Asked the Avali who they were)
Kalos: The avali looks up- "oh, I'm Rylex. I'm not a part of the knights." they chirp- their words carry the same meaning as anyone else, but their spoken sounds come off as strange and unusual, at least for an avali, incorperating clicks and more guttoral sounds you're not used to.
Kalos: "I'm going to fly this ship back once they transfer."
Keith: "He is also the person with the cutest accent in the whole universe, if you allow me to say so myself."
Amoni Steeltower: "Alright, well I wish you safe travels once you do," She nods to them "now, howabout we get on the Morning star and get that breifing out of the way?" Amoni mentions
Kalos: "Shush~" They held up their arm, blushing clearly.
Keith: _Keith rushes inside "Dibs on the best room!"_
Dominic: "Sure, but I already have those briefings recorded on my implant."
Amoni Steeltower: "heh, have fun with that" Amoni chuckles
Sgt. Velma Herald: "That's debatable." Velma says to Keith.
Amoni Steeltower: "The ship ahs 8 bunks
Amoni Steeltower: and my room
Amoni Steeltower: which is labeled C.Q.
Amoni Steeltower: as in Captains Quaters"
Dominic: "The real question is if it has a shooting range." Dom spoke as he came up in the ship.
Keith: _Keith is likely trying to take dibs to the C.Q._
Amoni Steeltower: "so, if you can't find me at the helm, look for me there"
Amoni Steeltower: *Amoni does not know this, and will be horrified*
Amoni Steeltower: *She has not cleaned up*
Amoni Steeltower: "Saddly, she does not"
Dominic: "Ah well." He shrugs and continues his way into the ship.
Amoni Steeltower: "I do wish she did however, would make hyperdrive travel pass all the quicker" She says in a non litteral tone
Miri: _stretches._
Miri: "I'll be fine with any room, so long as it has a locking door," she says with a smirk.
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Mz. Steeltower; you do realuze that Keith will mostly try to claim your room as their?"
Amoni Steeltower: Amoni looks and Velma. "And you think thi..." Amoni notices that the little bugger is missing and rushes off to her room
Amoni Steeltower: "Fuck!"
Amoni Steeltower: Amoni exclaims quite audably and loudly
Sgt. Velma Herald: Herald follows Amoni back onto the Morningstar.
Amoni Steeltower: (give it a couple of seconds, I'll get talking with Keith soon, gota get to my room first 😛  )
Dominic: Dominic flops on the nearest couch or whatever is on the ship. His holster ejects his Magnum Pistol into his hand and he inspects it. "Man do I love this thing."
Amoni Steeltower: (There may be  like, a love seat, but no couch)
Kalos: (careful with the magnum.)
Amoni Steeltower: (Again, all bunks, maybe with curtains)
Kalos: (I think it can go through the hull)
Amoni Steeltower: (Nano and hardend?)
Kalos: (oh, Amoni- you have a decision to make)
Kalos: Streamlined or unstreamlined)
Amoni Steeltower: (k, shoot)
Kalos: (more armor and unaerodynamic or the reverse.)
Amoni Steeltower: (oh, I left it as Unstreamlined)
Kalos: (k)
Amoni Steeltower: (But yeah, its Nanocomposite, and hardened)
Kalos: (yea wont go through that)
Amoni Steeltower: (Ricochete tho...)
Dominic: (It's not functional heh, he always removes the battery when not on missions)
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Mr. Dominic; I'd suggest not waiving a firearm around, this vessel isn't as sturdy as yours."
Amoni Steeltower: (Anywho, bunks got curtains, and maybe a small shelf, basically sardine cans)
Cyril: _quietly grabs an emergency patch kit._
Keith: (Cyril, wanna say something to Amoni?)
Dominic: "Psssh...It's fine. I remove the battery before I do this." He pulls the trigger, click click, nothing.
Amoni Steeltower: (Alright, multiple conversation time)

Amoni blasts into her room, eyes darting around the cramped compartment, to fianlly land on the small furry  thing playing with her stuff
Kalos: !roll 3d6
DiscoDude: <@Kalos> rolled 3d6 for 12 [3d6 = 6, 2, 4]
Kalos: nothing goes wrong
Amoni Steeltower: (Jesus christ)
Keith: _Keith is just looking around, standing there. He then turns to Amoni_
Amoni Steeltower: "OUT." She says firmly
Keith: "Dibs."
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Want my advice: *Always* treat any firearm as though it were fully loaded and the safety is off." she says to Dominic.
Amoni Steeltower: "This is *My* room, you are getting out now".
Miri: _chuckles to herself and continues to watch the madness unfolding._
Amoni Steeltower: "My ship, my rules" She says with an aggravated tone
Keith: "I'll fight you for it-" He says, lifting his tiny fists "Wait, can I take that back?" he continues, with a worried look.
Dominic: "I've been in this merc biz for well over...Actually I can't remember, it's been that long, I know my stuff." He holsters the pistol and looks around. "Got any VR?"
Kalos: the beds are all fitted with computers as standard
Amoni Steeltower: Using her nimble tail, she swings it around him and drags him out in a waek, sudo grip (can I do that?)
Kalos: but you have other things to be doing than dozing off
Amoni Steeltower: (it is flexible)
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Just don't say I didn't warn you when you blast your balls off because you were mistaken."
Dominic: "Don't got any balls."
Amoni Steeltower: (Can I drag Keith out of my room)
Amoni Steeltower: (With my tail)
Sgt. Velma Herald: "You know what I mean; droid."
Amoni Steeltower: (it is flexible)
Amoni Steeltower: (Extra Flex)
Dominic: "Hey that's a slur!" He yells at Herald.
Amoni Steeltower: (sigh, nope)
Amoni Steeltower: (10)
Amoni Steeltower: !groll 10
DiscoDude: <@Amoni Steeltower> rolled 10 (degree 0; success)
Amoni Steeltower: (Sweep)
Amoni Steeltower: (Grab, sorry 😛 )
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Right, forgot that's a gendered term."
Amoni Steeltower: (Sound effect 😛 )
Amoni Steeltower: *Swoosh*, Amonis tail flys in behind Keith and grabs him to drag him out
Keith: !groll 8 (dodge)
DiscoDude: <@Keith> rolled 13 (degree -5; failure)
Amoni Steeltower: *CAbin
Amoni Steeltower: (Cramped Cabin)
Amoni Steeltower: 2d
Amoni Steeltower: (Um how?)
Amoni Steeltower: (Input?)
Sgt. Velma Herald: !r 2d6
DiscoDude: <@Sgt. Velma Herald> rolled 2d6 for 6 [2d6 = 1, 5]
Amoni Steeltower: Oh, that works
Amoni Steeltower: "OUT"
Amoni Steeltower: "OUT OUT OUT" Amoni is *very* annoyed at this point*
Amoni Steeltower: !r 2d6
DiscoDude: <@Amoni Steeltower> rolled 2d6 for 3 [2d6 = 1, 2]
Keith: "Waitwaitwait! Can we talk this out? Maybe I can propose something for you."
Dominic: Dom grumbles, "Not gonna get along with you, I think." He then pulls up a headset and tries to play some VR Shoot and Loot game.
Amoni Steeltower: "Nope" Amoni says as she now drags him out by the waist into the hallway
Amoni Steeltower: (Most of you stuff is fine, tho I would like to know. 😃 )
Amoni Steeltower: "Vamoose!"
Keith: "Okay, listen. Um. No, wait. Please, I am begging you." Keith begs, his hands pressed together, pleadingly.
Amoni Steeltower: (He's doing this as he's being dragged out?)
Sgt. Velma Herald: Herald scowls and continues walking and encounters Amoni and Keith. "Looks like I was right.  Serves them right for attempted theft."
Keith: (he's not fighting back, but yes, he's doing it as he's being dragged out)
Amoni Steeltower: "freaking, OUT" Amoni 'launches' him (Not really) out into the hall way.
Amoni Steeltower: She then walks in, and slams the door
Keith: "Damnit! Freaking stupid transfer! I had the best room in the other ship!"
Dominic: Dominic meanwhile is still playing his VR game...Completely immersed in the grind.
Amoni Steeltower: And audlble *click* is heard
Sgt. Velma Herald: Velma quickly sidesteps to avoid the improvised projectile.
Keith: _Keith stands up and dusts himself off._
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Look, kid, the room was already taken, nothing you could do about it."
Amoni Steeltower: *Amoni begins looking around her room, making sure everything is where it was*
Keith: "Great. Fantastic even. Does this place has a bar, at least, like the other ship?"
Amoni Steeltower: (No, it does not)
Amoni Steeltower: (its pretty absic
Amoni Steeltower: (Bunks, storage, turrets, engine room)
Amoni Steeltower: (run of the mill launch)
Amoni Steeltower: (Well, moslty)
Amoni Steeltower: (has the best shielding, and two Plasma turrets)
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Of course not!  That's an egregious hazard!"
Keith: "hazard, how? Hazard of a hangover?"
Amoni Steeltower: (also awesome armor)
Amoni Steeltower: (Also, Amoni can't take her drinks well, so ANOTHER reason why she would not have  bar)
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Hazard of impairment while operating heavy machinery."
Amoni Steeltower: (There is an Automed Medical room)
Amoni Steeltower: (I managed to stuff one in)
Miri: "Do we have a video room? And a movie library?"
Miri: "If you don't have a Spaceflix account, we can use mine..."
Amoni Steeltower: (Everyone SHOULD be on the ship The bunk room doubles as the living room/lounge)
Keith: "God. I'll be trying to find a bunk that's at least decent." Keith said, as he tried to look over the bunkers.
Amoni Steeltower: (small love seat, a few small chairs)
Amoni Steeltower: (No video room)
Amoni Steeltower: (Sorry)
Miri: _frowns as her searches turn up fruitless._
Amoni Steeltower: (Yeah, its a sardine can)
Adem Nineball: *While most were chit-chatting -or rather complaining about the ship-, Adem just stayed in a corner, with a ciggarette and a lighter, about to light it*
Amoni Steeltower: (But its a well build Sardine can)
Miri: "Please tell me if I'm staying here there's at least *somewhere* I can get some privacy..."
Amoni Steeltower: (toilets?)
Sgt. Velma Herald: "No.  such facilities would be too much of a distrction." Velma tells Miri.
Keith: "I suppose the bathroom has that, Miri."
Amoni Steeltower: (I'm not joking, sorry)
Miri: _growls in catlike fashion. "Fine," she mutters._
Kalos: now that everyone transfered- the other ship begins to undock
Keith: "There's also the captain's room, but that's... Yeah."
Amoni Steeltower: (Yeah, Amonis about done searching through her room)
Dominic: Dom peaks over at the crew. "Oui, deal with it." He then puts back on the headset
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Yes, one of the guest quarters."
Kalos: you know this because the ship moved slightly as a result
Miri: "Ooh, really? Dibs!" she giggles, running off to check out these "guest quarters."
Amoni Steeltower: (the ship chart is IN Sheetsnstuff, it is pinned, as well as with information on the ships cargo above the link)
Amoni Steeltower: (The Excel prgram was very dumb and gave me to much storage)
Keith: "Miri, that's a bad idea."
Keith: "I just got thrown out of the best quarters."
Amoni Steeltower: Amoni walks out of her room, closing the door and promptly locking it
Amoni Steeltower: She begins to make her way to the bunk room
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Next time check to see which rooms are available." she says to Keith.
Keith: _Keith is currently trying to figure out which bunk is the best, and call dibs on it._
Miri: _cracks her knuckles. "Nothing stopping me from trying," she says, grinning._
Amoni Steeltower: (there is no guest room, its bunks)
Amoni Steeltower: (Its not true)
Amoni Steeltower: (I do not know where you heard that)
Amoni Steeltower: (No, the bunk room is the sleeping quaters for crew, lounge area, and also dinning area)
Amoni Steeltower: (THIS IS A SMALL SHIP)
Miri: _would throw her hat down in disgust if she had one. As it stands, her hand's on her scalp before she catches herself and calms down._
Sgt. Velma Herald: Velma smirks, she's not usually into causing chaos, but these delinquants seem like they deserve it.
Dominic: Dom grunts and takes off his headset. "Can't play any Farmframe here." He then gets up, "Alright, I guess we should get down to briefing then."
Miri: "Once we're done with this mission," she says, *"we're getting a bigger ship."*
Amoni Steeltower: (GOING OVER BASE ROOMS ONCE MORE:)
Keith: "Dom! Our wi-fi is not working! We are on a secret mission!"
Dominic: "I like playing offline."
Keith: "Don't think so, Miri. Begrudgingly I must say, we are likely to be stuck with this ship."
Amoni Steeltower: (Bunk room, 8 bunks total
Engine room, Engine room :P
Automed Medbay
MAIN Cargo Hold, Refridgerated Cargo, and Steerage
C.Q. Amonis room
Core Room, Where to fly the ship)
Amoni Steeltower: (READ THAT)
Amoni Steeltower: (^)
Keith: _Keith is very distressed, since he can't find wich bunk is best. He continues trying_
Miri: "Is that medbay good for androids and cyborgs? 'Cause not everyone's made of meat on this pleasure cruise..."
Miri: _wonders if it's time for her to demonstrate._
Sgt. Velma Herald: Heral rolls her eyes at that comment.
Dominic: "Alright, guys, we need to brief-" He stares at Miri, raises a finger, and shrugs, "Sure."
Amoni Steeltower: Amoni enter the bunk room, and looks around to see that mostly everyone has found a spot to 'live' in. As well as to see a few people already settling down.
Keith: "Well, you don't bleed, Miri, so that means you can survive longer."
Amoni Steeltower: "Well, glad to see everyone is getting accommodated"
Keith: _Keith is still looking for the best spot._
Miri: "Yeah. But do we have actual *repair* facilities. That's a *serious question.*"
Keith: _hopelessly._
Keith: "All those bunks are so bad, that I can't tell which is worse!"
Amoni Steeltower: "well, its you fault for being so picky peepsqueek" Amoni looking at Keith with an unamused face.
Adem Nineball: *Adem already started Smoking a ciggarette, glancing at the chaos every so often*
Sgt. Velma Herald: Herald walks over to her bottom bunk closest to the door on the portside and stands guard. "Don't get any bright ideas, though."
Keith: "Oy! At least we had privacy in the other ship!" Keith said, shaking his fist.
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Tough."
Amoni Steeltower: Sees adem is smoking a cigerette, rolls her eyes but says nothing and continues to converse with keith.

"Yeah well, you ain't gona get that now." "Suck it up buttercup"
Keith: "Easy for you to say, with your very own room." Keith huffs
Sgt. Velma Herald: "This needs to be run with military effeciency, welcome to the first thing to be cut."
Amoni Steeltower: "well, when you buy and customize your very own ship, you get to make those privlages."
Keith: "Oh, good."
Amoni Steeltower: "You are on my ship, my property, be greatful its in better condition then that heep you were on before."
Keith: _Keith settles with the upper bunk closest to the bathroom._
Sgt. Velma Herald: Another smirk as Amoni tells off Keith.
Dominic: "Y'all need to stop arguing." Dom piped up.
Miri: _also picks an upper bunk. The closest thing she'll find to private quarters._
Keith: "Well, I gotta hand it to you, your ship is in good condition."
Amoni Steeltower: "Yes, I would like this very much" Agreeing with Dom.
Keith: "But that doesn't mean I didn't like the privacy I had."
Adem Nineball: *Adem actually stops smoking for a second and  grabs another of the upper bunks for himself, seeing as those are starting to run out.*
Amoni Steeltower: "Anyways, we're not here to argue and chitchat"
Amoni Steeltower: "we're were hired for a mission"
Dominic: "The more you nitpick the more I wanna glock you in the face." Dom said jokingly, "Yes, the mission."
Keith: "Right. You've been briefed too?"
Amoni Steeltower: "I would care to be briefed on this"
Sgt. Velma Herald: "As would I."
Keith: "Oh, dear, must we do this ourselves? Damn, I knew the project was new, but didn't expect to be like that."
Kalos: the other ship only had slightly more privacy
Keith: "Alright..." Keith says, as he heads to a spot on the loveseat and sits on it.
Sgt. Velma Herald: "The A.I.R. just joined the program, so I haven't gotten time to get acquanted."
Kalos: the bunkrooms had 2 beds each- and it had 2 of them. more privacy, less space in general, though.
Amoni Steeltower: (There are other chairs as well, I'll say 4 metal ones)
Keith: _Keith is going for the soft seat_
Amoni Steeltower: (Okay my bad, I figured it wa a single room with all bunks <@Kalos> )
Sgt. Velma Herald: ((I don't think there are soft seats.))
Keith: "So, where to begin. First off, there is an illegal mining operation going on."
Amoni Steeltower: (SO GOOD NEWS, you got some more privacy)
Kalos: Amoni if that's what you want
Dominic: "And also nuclear weapons."
Kalos: I was talking about the other ship
Amoni Steeltower: (Would still be a small lounge-like room)
Kalos: you could have them split in various different ways, but it just gets more and more crampt
Keith: "Well, Dom, that we don't know yet."
Keith: "But the important thing. Is that this mining operation is very illegal."
Keith: "How illegal? I'll tell you.""
Dominic: "Hey, Nuclear weapons could be there."
Keith: "It is being performed on a low-tech planet. Which could cause technological contamination."
Amoni Steeltower: "I see" Amoni says with a cool understanding
Keith: "As we know, it is required for a civilization to develop certain technologies on their own."
Amoni Steeltower: Amoni says with a cool understanding
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Prime Directive enforcement; understood."
Keith: "That happens so that the civilization in question is... You know, proven to play nice."
Keith: "After all, otherwise, they would have wiped themselves out."
Keith: "As many did."
Dominic: _Dominic coughs "coughthemartianscough"_
Amoni Steeltower: "yes, like many" She says Solemnly
Sgt. Velma Herald: "So what's our M.O. supposed to be?"
Keith: "So, the most important thing is to deal with the technological contamination. And, for that end, we have been proposing a plan."
Amoni Steeltower: "Do tell"
Sgt. Velma Herald: "The first clever thought I've heard the kid have."
Keith: "We were planning to land on the planet without raising alarm from the mining operation, so that we can infiltrate it and go from there. Since it is the source of the contamination."
Keith: "However, we have been having problems as to how actually pull it off."
Keith: "One of the early ideas was to hitch a ride on the cargo ships."
Keith: "That proved to have several technical difficulties."
Amoni Steeltower: "heh, yeah, I wonder what they could have been"
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Why not hide behind an incoming meteorite impact?"
Amoni Steeltower: "well, whats the Planets TL?"
Keith: "Well. That requires a good pilot, and a good detection..."
Amoni Steeltower: "Well, whats there technology level?"
Amoni Steeltower: "I love the plan"
Amoni Steeltower: "But, I feel some scientest would be real aworried by seeing an asteroid come toward there planet"
Keith: "Hm... They got biplanes last time we checked, if they were quick about it, they could have nukes by now, and high-performance planes... But not really great computers yet, I hope."
Sgt. Velma Herald: "I said 'meteorite'."
Kalos: ((worth noting: there is a sputnik-style satelite in orbit.))
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Captain, if your ship can maneuver well in atmo, we can escape the crash site before the locals can find us."
Dominic: "Then what are we waiting for?" Dom looks at everyone.
Kalos: !roll 1d40+80
DiscoDude: <@Kalos> rolled 1d40+80 for 119 [1d40 = 39]
Keith: (We can't land safely)
Keith: (Our engines are too weak)
Keith: (Nevermind)
Keith: "Well, I am not very able to help with it directly..."
Amoni Steeltower: "It should be fine"
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Probably for the best."
Keith: _Keith lifts his eyebrow at that comment_
Amoni Steeltower: "Is there a belt close by we can grab a car-sized rock from?"
Keith: "Lemme see..."
Keith: (Both local and foreign, like the US military in cuba)
Keith: (JK)
Sgt. Velma Herald: ((No, like both Randian and extrarandian.))
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Actually, we may not need the meteorite if we used a stealth landing."
Amoni Steeltower: "Yeah, actaully, we can enter the atmosphere with realtive quiteness"
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Go in slowly enough not to cerate heat."
Keith: "Well, geez, good thing I am the kind of person that knows that." Keith says furrowing his brows "A few weeks ago, I had never left my space station, so gimme a break."
Amoni Steeltower: "Its alright" Amoni says reasuringly "The only thing we'd need to be worried about is not getting caught while flying in the planets atmo."
Sgt. Velma Herald: This time Velma's the one quirking up an eyebrow.
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Correct.  I suggest a spot deep within their wilderness, away from their settlements."
Amoni Steeltower: "I don't suppose you'd know where this planets military bases are located?"
Amoni Steeltower: "So we can avoid them"
Amoni Steeltower: "Odds are they'd be the ones with the radar strong enough to see us"
Keith: "We can try detecting radio."
Kalos: the ship does have radar arrays and the like
Amoni Steeltower: (Yep, basic stuff, but it works)
Sgt. Velma Herald: "But what do we do once we're planetside and have moved upon the mining operation's location?"
Amoni Steeltower: "We land and go in, if these sites are full of baddies, we just need to keep are heads down and see how extensive the operation is"
Amoni Steeltower: "From there, we can make a plan to take one of them down"
Sgt. Velma Herald: "So, recon until further notice?"
Amoni Steeltower: "yeah"
Amoni Steeltower: "Anyone got any objections?"
Miri: "Not particularly."
Keith: "Not really, Captain."
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Not at all, captain, just clearifying."
Adem Nineball: "None here"
Dominic: "Yeah sure, as long as I get to do something."
Amoni Steeltower: "Alright so if... wait, wasn't there seven of us? Are we missing someone?"
Keith: "Cyril is quiet today."
Keith: "I kinda shouted at him."
Amoni Steeltower: (Last I heard they went to another room)
Keith: "Because he injected stuff in my neck, without my permission."
Amoni Steeltower: "Ah."
Amoni Steeltower: "Well, anyone know where they are?"
Keith: _Keith looks for Cyril in the engine room._
Amoni Steeltower: !groll 13
DiscoDude: <@Amoni Steeltower> rolled 12 (degree 1; success)
Amoni Steeltower: "Well, in the mean time I'll go and get us in. get comfy."
Kalos: Now roll aerospace.
Kalos: landing in the middle of an ocean
Amoni Steeltower: !groll 10
DiscoDude: <@Amoni Steeltower> rolled 14 (degree -4; failure)
Cyril: _waves to Keith with a hypospray still in his hand! :>_
Keith: "Put that darned thing away!"
Keith: "The captain wa looking for you!"
Keith: _Keith messages Amoni's implant "Found Cyril, in the engine room, as usual."_
Kalos: !roll 2d
DiscoDude: <@Kalos> rolled 2 for 2 []
Kalos: !roll 2d6
DiscoDude: <@Kalos> rolled 2d6 for 11 [2d6 = 6, 5]
Kalos: !roll 1d6
DiscoDude: <@Kalos> rolled 1d6 for 3 [1d6 = 3]
Kalos: !roll 1d6
DiscoDude: <@Kalos> rolled 1d6 for 3 [1d6 = 3]
Amoni Steeltower: "Shit, shit, FUCK" Amoni exclaims as she tries and struggles to keep the ship from sinking
Kalos: The landing goes so roughly that the oscilations nd vibrations do something not so good to the first read Fusion reactor-
Kalos: Cyril- roll engineering to shut it down
Cyril: (UH OH)
Kalos: or face consequences.
Miri: "Crap crap crap crap cra-" *-pop!-*
Miri: _gets thrown around violently, and the inevitable happens._
Cyril: !groll 12 (EVERYONE OUT OF THE CAR)
DiscoDude: <@Cyril> rolled 6 (degree 6; success)
Kalos: Successfully shut off- the ship now only has 4 power points.
Kalos: well
Kalos: right now the ship is sitting on the ocean surface.
Kalos: the ship of course, floats.
Miri: "Ugh. Can someone gimme a hand."
Miri: Her voice sounds a little more static-y than usual.
Keith: "What happened, Miri?"
Kalos: There are faint radio sources coming from everywhere
Keith: "Did it happen, again?"
Amoni Steeltower: Amoni runs into the engine room "Fuuuuck"
Miri: "What do you think? I didn't think we were coming in for a *crash-landing...*"
Kalos: the three hyperspace sources pierce ground so can be heard through the planet.
Amoni Steeltower: "God, eveything good in here?"
Cyril: "...Fixed it!"
Amoni Steeltower: "Alright, good good."
Keith: "So. That... Do you have any idea where it is?"
Sgt. Velma Herald: "My advice: get a mechanic to better keep your augs attached."  she says to Miri.
Miri: For anyone who can see her right now, Miri is sitting on her knees, an empty socket between her shoulders - her head's come off.
Keith: _Keith proceed to search for Miri's head._
Adem Nineball: "Woah, her head came off?" Adem said in a quite a surprised tone, he *certainly* didn't except that to happen.
Keith: "Yeah... You'll get used to it, eventually."
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Eh, I've seen weirder."
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Trust me."
Keith: _Keith turns to Velma "You did, eh? Eyyyyyyy!"_
Miri: "It's a long story. Strictly speaking I don't *need* it, but..." She shrugs. "I'd rather have it than not, if that makes any sense."
Miri: "Ah, *here* we are..."
Adem Nineball: ".....Alright"
Sgt. Velma Herald: "When you're a citizen of a nation run by bioengineers, you see a lot."
Miri: A random rocking of the vessel makes her head tumble back out from under one of the bunks, and she catches it.
Miri: She stands back up and snaps it back on.
Keith: "Well, I tried to help. I suppose you are more skilled at it than me."
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Mz. Miri; I know a great mechanic that could get that patched up."
Miri: "Don't worry, Keith; I appreciate the effort." She looks around: "anything I can do to help us get this ship...shipshape?"
Miri: "I've kinda gotten used to it," she says with a chuckle. "Though yeah, I guess I've had more trouble than usual keeping my head lately. A little tuning up would be nice..."
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Good; I'll give you his contacts once we're done here."
Amoni Steeltower: !groll 10
DiscoDude: <@Amoni Steeltower> rolled 9 (degree 1; success)
Cyril: !groll 13
DiscoDude: <@Cyril> rolled 12 (degree 1; success)
Kalos: Flight takes several hours to reach a patch of land where there were no radio signals- originally the ship was heading towards a large amount of them but the ship was guided away
Kalos: further north here, the ship runs into a mountain range which hides immediately behind it, a massive desert
Kalos: How close do you want to get? currently you're ~ 400 miles away.
Kalos: the ship flies in 200 miles- you reach there in 30 minutes.
Kalos: here the desert becomes less rolling dunes,
Kalos: and more packed blasted hellscape
Kalos: 100 more miles go by in 15 minutes. here at low altitude there still isn't sight of the target.
Amoni Steeltower: On the intercom "Allright everyone, hold onto something...."
Amoni Steeltower: !groll 10
DiscoDude: <@Amoni Steeltower> rolled 11 (degree -1; failure)
Keith: _Keith hold on to Miri, then realizes it is a bad idea._
Sgt. Velma Herald: Velma graps on to one of the bunk stands.
Keith: _Keith eventually holds on to the bunks._
Keith: "Is this... Normal? Is it supposed to be normal?"
Cyril: _skitters in and holds onto a bunkbed frame with all six limbs. Locked down._
Adem Nineball: *Adem just graps onto the bunk itself*
Dominic: Dominic heads over to the gunner section.
Dominic: !rgroll 13 (god forbid)
Dominic: !groll 13 ~~don't be a dumb~~
DiscoDude: <@Dominic> rolled 9 (degree 4; success)
Dominic: "...I think I might like using these guns..."
Kalos: nice and glassy- perfect for snowboarding down into
Kalos: You dug out a domal-like section.
Kalos: a bowl-crater.
Kalos: unless someone comes really close they won't see it
Kalos: whose ready to hike 160 km?
Amoni Steeltower: Amoni walks into the bunk room "Alright everyone, lets get moving. Unless anyone cares to safeguard the ship while we are away?"
Keith: "Hmmm... So, a chance for me to not risk my life?"
Keith: "Are you sure?"
Amoni Steeltower: "If you want, we could use your skill however."
Keith: "Also, I am joking, if you can't tell."
Amoni Steeltower: "Oh."
Keith: "I didn't accept to be a spaceknight being unaware of the danger."
Dominic: "I'll go, someone does however need to stay here."
Sgt. Velma Herald: "I ready when you are, Captain."
Keith: "Are you sure? I don't think anyone can pick the lock."
Miri: "No way in hell am I getting left behind."
Kalos: if only rylex was here
Keith: _Keith gets his shelterpack, and his other equipement._
Amoni Steeltower: "No, I don't think anyone could get in this"
Cyril: _looks around the ship. Uhh. Kinda doesn't want to get shot at but he might need to fix something again :I_
Adem Nineball: "As if staying here would be any fun."
Cyril: _shrugs. Has a gun. Will be fine._
Amoni Steeltower: "Alright, well lets get moving"
Amoni Steeltower: "We got some distance to kill"
Dominic: "Yeah let's move out."
Keith: _Keith stuffs his pouch with his pistol, his lockpicks, two very small meal packs, and one electronic cuffs. He is wearing his shelterpack over his biosuit, he is also carrying a first-aid kit, externally._
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Hold on kid, you serious?"
Keith: "Which kid? Not me, you mean, right?"
Sgt. Velma Herald: "You're the only one short enough."
Keith: "Do they hire kids as Space Knights?"
Dominic: "What's the worse that could happen?"
Kalos: 2 points.
Sgt. Velma Herald: "The kid gets us all killed, that's what."
Amoni Steeltower: *Amoni Grabs Amaranthine by the sling, her pistol, both Shellbags, with HE, Hallow, and Standard ammunition for her rifle, her wrist pouch with one magazine, Nanoweavevest, and Travel bag with survivl supplies.*
Amoni Steeltower: (Amaranthine is my Lever-action Rifle)
Keith: "I am 31, excuse me!"
Dominic: ~~okay imma go now~~
Adem Nineball: "Tsk, he looks like he can handle himself"
Amoni Steeltower: "well, if you guys are done bickering, lets move out."
Sgt. Velma Herald: Herald Blinks.  "Now that *is* something I haven't seen before."
Amoni Steeltower: Amoni walks out of the airlock, rifle over her solder, pistol at her hip, and nanoweave vest seccured snuggly on her body over top of her now light and air-y Biosuit, which has transformed into something a lot more comfortable for the climate
Keith: "What, you also haven't seen short Avalis too? Geez." Keith said, heading for the airlocks.
Sgt. Velma Herald: Herald follows Steeltower, the pulsing masses of biomatter strapped to her back and hip that pass as weapons seem to get restless.
Sgt. Velma Herald: "Let's just say, I've been rather isolated in my training."
Miri: "Time to kick some ass...or...save some people...or whatever."
Keith: _Gets into the first cycle of airlock._
Sgt. Velma Herald: Herald rolls her eyes.  "Amature." she says under breath.
Keith: ~~"Room for one more, anyone coming with me?"~~
Keith: "You don't mind cycling with you, do you?" Keith asks to Amoni.
Amoni Steeltower: Amoni shrugs "Eh."
Keith: "'Eh' is good enough for me. Don't allow the ship to equilibrate with the exterior, if you can, who knows what kind of problems that could bring?" (This is a thing that ships usually asks if they can do, if the exterior has a breathable atmosphere)
Amoni Steeltower: "Yeah, I'm aware of this"
Miri: (g2g myself folks)
Miri: (later)
Keith: "Never hurt to remind of that."
Sgt. Velma Herald: Once Amoni and Keith are outside, Herald uses the airlock as well.
Amoni Steeltower: The door opens and Amoni is greeted with a gust of hot wind
Amoni Steeltower: "Hoo, well, thats welcoming" Amoni says exasperatedly.
Sgt. Velma Herald: As the airlock seals around her, the hood/helmat of her biosuit folds over her head.
Keith: "What?" (Keith's temperature tolerance admonishes his first planetary experience)
Keith: "What is welcoming?" Keith says, looking up, into the sun "AAAAAAAH! MY EYES!" He exclaims, learning not to look at the sun.
Amoni Steeltower: Amoni shakes her head and looks around, covering her eyes
Sgt. Velma Herald: Herald steps out of the airlock behind Amoni and Keith.  "My advice: don't look directly into a star."
Keith: (We probably should hit the !end soon)
Sgt. Velma Herald: !end