Taedra

shitposting intensifies, also feel free to post any comments and such. o7

Jun 4, 2560 I stood braced against the window, gazing down at the little blue ball below. The lights in my room were dim, and I was alone. Sometimes when the engines became silent, I could still hear voices echoing in my head. Pulling like hooks, trying to gain purchase. I however, still remained myself. The operation had been a success. We had eliminated all traces of the infestation and all crew were accounted for upon evac (dead or alive). Overall our casualties were within projected limits and we were already beginning to pack up. I tried to think back to what happened days before. I remember being dragged underground in the tunnels of the city. I remember its red eyes piercing into my skull. I remember forgetting names, faces. Her name, her face. Good thing I have many friends to come pull my sorry ass out of the fire. Before I turned I remember Sathli's squad were the first to reach me. They had tracked us down in the mud soaked tunnels that were in disuse. One of the last remaining shadowlings had hit my unit hard in the middle of a patrol. We were all captured and dragged off into the tunnels. Missing our check in time, other squads came looking. They had made it just in time. The firefight was brief, bright UV lights and chemically treated ballistic weapons made quick work of hostile threats. The shadowlings were weak by then and couldn't stand to fight a straight up battle. I remember Sathli herself carrying me out of the tunnels before I blacked out. The door to my room slowly slid open and the light from the hallway bled into the room. Its brightness made my head start to pound and my ears rung for a moment. I heart a familiar sound of talons clicking against the floor before the silhouette came into focus. Sathli stood before me. "Hey, Tae. You hanging in there alright?" Her voice spoke softly. It filled me with comfort. I nodded and she came closer and let me brace against her. She just silently held me up against her, waiting for my reply patiently. "Yeah. I'm starting to get there. Just still a little fuzzy. How is everyone else?" I leaned against her more. Her cool scales felt good against my body. "Recovering, as usual. Some of the cloned shells still haven't woken up. But its still to early to call for now. Come now Tae, this isn't the first time you've gotten into trouble yeah? I'm gonna have to start charging you per pound each time I carry you somewhere." She smiled at me. I smiled back and let out a small laugh. "Fair enough" I though. I did always seem to know just how to get into trouble. "Hate to say it, but I think that NT may be our best bet to end all this." I looked to the floor remembering my friends from the Cyberiad. Perhaps its time I went back. "Well, lets hope it doesn't come to that Tae. I'm sure someone will figure out how to stop all this soon." She patted me on the back with her words. For a moment I remembered a face from my encounter, but the image was to Bright in my mind. I tried to steady myself, pushing off my friend slightly. "Say Tae, where is Rune?" She asked. "I think she is in the rec room working out." I looked to the door wearily. "Lets go join her, might do you some good to stretch out." I grumbled at her suggestion but nodded slowly. I pushed Sathli in the direction of my desk and she helped me walk over. I reached to one of the drawers and pulled out a pair of steel aviators. I weakly put them over my eyes and bit my lower lip. I leaned into Sathli's ear and whispered. "Danger zone." We both laughed as she helped me into the hallway. The light engulfed me and a smile spread across my face. Surely, without my friends I would go mad. With my friends however, perhaps I can still do some good for this world.

cheers! o7

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Well. I decided to go full grey tide this round, got me some black jumpsuits, insulated gloves, a bottle of alcohol and a piece of paper named 'nuclear authentication disk' I scavenged maint for all the cardboard and donk pockets I could find then it was time to find my nesting place. so begins my saga and so I waited but nobody cared at all. But everyone started to care once all of the heads were dead to the Xenos infestation so I did some grey tide looting, starting with the captain gun and then working my way up to snatch the nukie disk. I swapped it with my fake nuke disk, I dont think anybody will notice. took the pin-pointer too for good measure. so eventually we made our way to evac and well..... we took the shuttle and departed for CC I made one last rallying cry to the crew to bolster them for the fight ahead! so yeah....

please

First off, this is from that round some of yall may have heard that involved a HoS entering Melee with syndie bee's... it was one of my finer moments I think. Most of the round looked like this to me. Up next, learned the secret art of the ninja and passing through flaps. My first steps to becoming the next hokage. The next two are some epicness on other players parts Here we have Alice Church sentenced to death, preferred method: Firing squad. Executed by Captain Theodore Gregory and blueshield Kalaya Gutierres. Here we have a fancy atmosia setup by Gin Gerrail. I like how he setup the mix line to have output connectors that can also take from the outbound mix as well. I especially like the use of injecting air from the mix line to put into the cooling line and using heat exchangers on the scrubbers line. Pretty fancy overall. and lastly this is one im sure everyone has done. But I finally tried my hand at doing some basic engineering fixings. Fixed the old bar with disposals to boot. I've always felt it needed one. That's all for now but I'm trying to get better at screenshotting the epic moments

You're the team here to get Van Dorn right?

I approve

Deity: The cult worships a great red dragon known as Venris the Voiceless. This "Dragon" was said to be present at the creation of the known universe and is a keeper of a great metaphorical library of all knowledge. Beliefs: The cult believes that knowledge is sacred and that living creatures (Including artificial life) are the vessels through which knowledge is attained. The knowledge you attain in life is said to be used as your "toll" to cross into the afterlife, guided by various spirits. "Knowledge" and experience differ from person to person, making each perspective valuable in its own right. Machines and computers are great blessings that are tools not to be used and tossed aside, but to be handled with care and lived along side with in order to gain more knowledge. The People: Most people who say they follow Venris tend to live by a general code of honor. Killing isn't a sin in it's own right but it is heavily frowned upon, since such a permanent act is only necessary because we do not posses the knowledge to confront certain conflicts more efficiently. (Imagine the act of incinerating a changeling. We don't know of a way to really peacefully deal with them so we do what we must.) Reckless pursuit of knowledge can bring great loss and pain, the idea of ethics and morality are strong in the cult. The cult is composed mostly of Human populous, however it welcomes anybody into its flock. High intellect professions such as doctors, engineers, and various science fields are held in high regards within communities. Hierarchy: The cult has a single "Pope" who is referred to as the Shepard. The Shepard is an elected position every 30 years drawn from the pool of the council. The council is comprised of people who are at the heads of various "Guilds" within the cult. Each member represents the interests of their guild and the places under their care. Thus forming a voting democracy of elected officials under the Shepard. Composition: While The Order of Venris is nothing compared to the economic might of NanoTrasen, they are in their own right a booming corporation. What began as common beliefs among merchants and miners quickly grew into a booming coalition and eventually a single entity. The bright mind who managed to pull off such a feat three generations ago was Yulis Eir. Yulis Eir was a successful business woman who took on her father's space faring business after he passed away. One day her ship vanished during a scheduled FTL jump appearing one week later after the scheduled arrival at the correct place. The crew of the ship were all missing safe for Yulis and whatever she saw had changed her. She became plagued with "visions" (most outsiders speculate she was simply a madman who murdered her entire crew.) of the great dragon that she had claimed chose her to be the voice that the dragon lacked. With religious fervor now fueling her, she devoted the rest of her life converting as many as she could to her cause using her economic assets to forward the religion and secure it a place in the history to come. To this day the religion stands as a minor economic entity on the great galactic stage. So the idea for this came when I was simply in a round running around spouting on about the Omnissiah and how the maint bots were blessed by the machine spirit to do good work for the station. I finally decided I needed to have something else that I have more creative freedom with for when I was playing as chaplain. The idea for the religion is a mash up between the idea of machines being sacred and a religious cult that I am in the middle of working with a close friend of mine to implement into a Dungeon World campaign he is running. I wasn't honestly sure what thread to post this under but regardless I think it will be something interesting for me to use when playing chaplain. Hope yall enjoyed a bit of it at least and feel free to use it as you please.

Name:Reis Lugria Age: 26 Gender:Female Race:Vulpkanin Blood Type: o- General Occupational Role(s): Robotics, Janitor, Nurse Biography: Reis Lugria was born on the Vulpkanin homeworld in a small coastal town. She was born a mute but with a passion for tinkering. During her early years she spent her free time between fishing and playing with electronics. At the age of 17 her family and community had saved enough money over the years to pay for her to travel to a engineering college to major in robotics. Since graduation her family and community enjoy her regular paychecks from NT on a regular basis. Qualifications: Bachelors in robotics. Public First Aid qualification Employment Records: NT deployed assets for 3 years Security Records: Medical Records: Pacemaker Personnel Photo (Appearance text): Commendations [only to be added by admin]: Reprimands [only to be added by admin]: Other Notes: Reis Lugria came into existence during a bout of extreme nostalgia, hence her name. (Reis being the first name of a minor character and Lugria being the last name of the main characters mother.) Her character design was inspired by the mimic class (See Personnel Photo.)

maybe a bit? I mean there is no pantsu but whatever U.U [spoiler2]damn... I lost[/spoiler2]

^ what I failed to do as HoS once.

The rewrite is done up to this point, I'm quite happy with the improvements (How small they may be). I would really like to thank the community for its helpful feedback and for reading so far. A HUGE shout out to the discord user: Dragon. Last night they had really helped me out a lot, and as a result I spent a lot of the night and most of today re-writing all of the post so far. I hope the improvements helped make it a better read and I thank all of you who have read before and after the rewrite so far. This community has been pretty awesome to me and treated me very well. I look forward to more adventure with you in game to inspire more of these senseless writings!.

(Edited.) ?? ??? ???? Someone lay on the table in front of me, my hands already at work. His flesh was maimed and his bones broken, I acted, as I would always have to. In the dark the only light I had came from above me, it was unclear how distant, I could not ponder it however, I must sew. "...Red to red, wight to wight, and everything will be alright." A raven came from the blackness, it's eyes cutting through the black fog, its body, shifting like smoke. It called out. Blood began to flow more quickly from the flesh. I scrambled inside the wounds. "...Red to red, Wight to wight, and everything will be... alright." The raven croaked again, more blood. "Mend red to red..." The raven opened its maw and I swatted at it, he evaded me and cried out. Around me I could hear the suffering of more people. "Wight to wight...." My voice shook with each word. The raven called again, I can't stop the blood. "And everything will be..." the bleeding stopped. There was no more blood left to bleed, it had all fallen onto me. The raven stood silent, its gaze never breaking as it observed me. Its maw opened. "..." . .. ... 20 May, 2060 I rose from my bed and searched the room with my eyes. I realized I had been holding my breath and finally let the tension in my lungs release in exhale. I rise from my bed and walk barefoot to the window. Peering out I could see a planet, and slowly sound returned to me and I could hear the familiarity of the ship I called my home. I examined my hands, dry and clean. After I had finished my morning routines I had moved to the commons aboard the ship. There the crew was assembled and the captain had begun his briefing. I found a place next to my close friend, Sathli. We exchanged silent looks for a moment then returned our attention to the briefing. We had been dispatched with a larger force of The Fighting 27th by contract to the planet below. We were to undertake an operation we had done a scarce few times, hunt down the infestation by creatures code-named: Umbra. There was a sizable infestation on the colony and we all knew the fight we were going into. There will be casualties, not everyone will wake up from their deaths as soon as they may hope. With limited biomass from our support ships, we had to be precise, fast, and strong. This operation would test us, not the worst we had for sure, but still nothing we could drop our guard on. So we disembarked from the ships to the planet surface, in silence we sat on our shuttles as they rattled through atmospheric entry. When we had landed and stepped from our shuttles into the light I could make out something in to distance, at the edge of my vision. A raven.

both of you are credit to team. and I would have stayed actually told you to leave if I had known the tesla was actually, loose. The AI told me it was fine still so rip U.U at least you got that first hand combat experience against the Tesla, least you have chicken still.

Oh right, at some point I also nearly died to my pet. The xeno tech gave me a sentience potion and said I just throw it on the pet. well that didnt go over so well and I had to fight the valiant sargeant with my unpowered baton. press F to pay respects please U.U

I should rather call this, the shift HoS spent most of the round in a state of being nearly dead. So I got it in my head that it was a good time to play me some HoS for the first time. I came in as Sathli Eir and grabbed my favorite hat. So first off lemmie preface this with So first incident was that the teleporter room and the captain's office was broken into. We had prints but only on the outer door of the tele room so not enough to convict after the search led to nothing. So after that I got a call "BEEEEES BEES EVERYWHERE so I ran to robotics and engaged in melee with over twenty syndie bees (I didn't know how many there were since they were all on one tile). Died, nobody else showed up. The TWO botanist antags threw my corpse on the meat hooks upside down and just let me sit there, in full view of the hallway in hydroponics. (I was to busy laughing my ass of to remember to screenshot the glory but I hope Fox or someone else who saw it did <3) So I stayed dead for a while until a borg came and took me down and took me to medical. Power sinks caused medical to be out and I had to wait about twenty minutes for a revive. I wake up with SEVERE brain damage since they ran out of power during the cloning process. I roleplay a bit of depression seeing my dead body thrown in front of me and realizing my implants and arm were organic and my heart didnt hurt constantly. Neat. Back to work. Warden decided that it was a good time to keep the brig phys from doing her duties and providing medical care to the prisoners. (in this case the prisoner tried to commit suicide a few times after being abused but ended up not until much later after they were fixed up). Good brig doc that one, Rebecca something, had a table all setup and was actually CARING about the prisoners. So warden wen rogue and then I finally succumbed to brain damage and a broken skull and took a 30 minute break to being nearly dead for a while and get surgery finally. While I was out the warden was caught, demoted and then Rain the CE decided it was time to go psycho and we had that happen. Arrested, borged for being an agent of the syndicate. There were also at least one antag running around trying to kill one of the roboticists and another antag had a guardian and was causing trouble everywhere. Eventually the shift ends and the antags all won except the botanists (I think) and the one dude that had the murder objective. long story short Im a pretty bad HoS but I can't wait to do it again <3 Love yall, had great fun and most everyone did a great job that day.

I love it so far. Last night I unknowingly joined in on a test run of a yin round. Had loads of fun fighting it and such. Hope the development continues!

I got a message from a friend today with a list of names. It happend again, but this time the inspection were really syndicate agents... all dead now. Curious, the syndicate seems to be growing bolder and stronger. It's crazy the lengths people will go to for money, or perhaps there is something else at stake here.... Lizbeth Northey Rocco Shaffer Eric Woodward. with regards - The Fighting 27th. huh, cheeky bastards.

*snap Nice

I finally made second character U.U

Name:Sathli Eir Age: 26 Gender:Female Race:Unathi Blood Type:o- (For stabbing people with my blood) General Occupational Role(s):Brig Phys, Coroner, Forensic Tech. Biography:Born on the Unathi homeworld of Moghes. Lived as a slum rat for most of her life under one of the few city states. She managed to avoid marrying during her teen years and made if off planet at around 19 years of age. After sneaking aboard the flagship of the PMC Fighting 27th she eventually made them recruit her with her constant hassling and re-boarding the ship every time she was kicked off. She served as a rifleman but eventually picked up some basic medical skills from her squad. After five years she left the PMC without a word, simply disembarking and smuggling herself around. She eventually wound up signing on as a crew member for NT and now serves aboard the Cyberaid. Qualifications: Nurse Employment Records: 3 months aboard the Cyberaid Security Records: Brought in for questioning on multiple murder cases Medical Records: Retinal and dermal implants to provide increased combat performance and a HUD built into the combat suite project on her eyes. Modified Pace-maker to supply extra power to implants and assist heart functions. Personnel Photo (Appearance text): Sathli Eir stand around 1.9 meters tall (6 and some change feet.) and has deep red scales with black markings across her body. She has curled ram-like horns on her head with no hair and she has quite normal green eyes. Her stance is lazy and her tongue flicks out of her mouth to sample the in a similar lazy manner ever few moments. Commendations [only to be added by admin]: Reprimands [only to be added by admin]: Other Notes:(Personality quirks): She likes to smash her tail against hard things, most commonly the floor when she is exited or making jokes. She also has poor eating habits where she will try to fit as much food in her mouth at a time as possible resulting in difficulty breathing while eating. She also doesn't respond poorly to being called by her first name or without rank, seeing as her second name was renamed to a human cultural name. Like most Unathi she doesn't like being touched to much, but she has gotten used to it over the years and tolerates is seeing as it tends to be used in many other cultures she has encountered. butfor people she especially doesn't like, touching may get her scales rattling. She is untrusting of most male Unathi, after seeing human culture where women are equal she much prefers being equal herself.

welcome to the new eden mall, its a little bit of... paradise.