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This will be a thread where I post the stories round the activities of my character, either daily or every other day.

I'm hoping to also turn this character into something more than "that guy over there", eventually filling in a character sheet soon.

There's always a story somewhere when I play and I hate to forget them or not share them.

 

I'll try and write this in a serious format but feel free to pick out any of my screw ups.

I am not an author or a great writer but I have things in my head and events that I want to share.

So feedback would be most appreciated.

 

I plan on having three separate types of stories:

 

  • One done in a journal style : Basically highlights and memorable shifts of the non-horrible-death-type. Canon? That's a better word.

  • One done in a different perspective : Likely how an NT Rep/Agent views it or just 'recordings' or aftermaths of an event.

And another that is I guess shifts that ultimately had "bad" endings. the character ending type. I don't plan on focusing on those types but I'm not going to let a good story go to waste if it happens.

 

 

Now with a Character Sheet : viewtopic.php?f=32&t=6634

 

(insert organized future story post links here)

 

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Unsure of what format to do this or style, the first one turned out to be longer than I had hoped...for what was a short and nearly uneventful shift. Too much fluff maybe? Here it is anyway and I hope someone enjoys the read.

 

NanoTrasen Anti-Syndicate Archive - Record #3924 :

 

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I don't mind spoiling what will be obvious, the slimes, but the fun starts after the drinking binge and a trip to the HoP office.

I just hope it wont be too long of a story since it'll cover start of the shift until the end. My current main issue is when I start typing, I type too much ( as you can see with the first story which was based off of 5 minutes of gameplay and I still feel like I missed out on a lot in it).

I couldn't even finish my character sheet because I feel like I put in too much and I need to compact it all and save the details for stories ( as majority of it was based from various shifts). It's like over 4500 characters long and not even finished.

 

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These will probably be my favorite shifts out of all the ones I had.

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Journal Log #3XX

HA, more proof that psychiatrists are frauds. All they ever do is get you addicted to drugs and tell you that booze can't solve your problems. Well it just so happens it did and, in case I kill too many brain cells and can't remember, I'm putting it on record. Let's start from the top.

 

Have you ever had one of those Night-terrors? I had a nasty one last night. It was a sick and twisted corruption of a reoccurring one; the one based on memories of that burning vampire. I don't think I'll ever know why our brains do this but mine had to make my friend, Praxis, the vampire. Of course it had to up the ante by having him stock medical with the best medicines before he turned himself in.

 

That was when I knew it had to be a nightmare; the pieces and scenario were the same.

Back then I was an officer; bound by my sense of duty, pride, and the thought that I was doing "the right thing". The thought to disobey orders never crossed my mind.

Now I was a surgeon. I couldn't easily waltz into security and I had no standing authority.

 

This was no lucid dream. I had no reality bending powers but I was able to slip into security and be beside my friend while they cast their judgement onto him.

I tried to vouch for him because I knew he was in chemistry practically the whole shift and his work shows in the fridge. Security listened to me and Praxis for the most part. It all came down to the captains orders as it always is and we waited for his response.

 

I gave Praxis my last cigarette, the lucky one, for what felt like a last ditch hope.

That hope was broken; captain said execution followed by borging. We demanded a magistrate but there was none on board. The captain came by briefly to tell us once more the order he gave. He would not listen to us.

I wanted to punch him so badly but i couldn't. Before I realized it the captain was no longer there; out of existence and thus can't be argued with.

 

This was the big difference between memory and dream: someone else had to do the execution.

But it was more gut wrenching seeing it happen to my friend. Watching them strap him to the chair.

I can't remember his last words but...the smoke afterwords nearly sent me to shock.

When it was over, he still had the cigarette in his mouth and they put him in a body bag.

 

I vouched to drag him to the roboticist and they allowed it, with company.

I walked slowly, Praxis in tow, all the way there.

I could not stop to do anything. I wanted to shove the officer down and run. Run like a madman and revive my friend. But I could not. I couldn't deviate from the path. It was exactly like those type of dreams where you had a revolver and you wanted to shoot it, NEEDED to shoot it, but you cant. You try and pull the trigger but it doesn't budge. You use all your strength and the most you would be able to do is slightly raise the hammer but it is never enough.

 

They proceed to borg him while I stood there like a statue. The final twist from this nightmare came when the borg came active and doesn't remember anything.

 

I need a drink before continuing.

 

Anyway, I woke up sweating in the middle of medbay with the smell of cheese and crackers in the air.

Those moments where you wake up after a dream and you instantly forget it? In a way I was begging my mind for that to happen and I tried to do so by going about things normally. Not only would it not escape my mind but Praxis was working in chemistry again.

 

I don't think I can fully express what i felt at the time but I was feeling really low.

So I turn towards the bar as soon as I could and saying where I''d be in the medical channel.

For a second I thought I was in a dream again when no one questioned me but then I remembered that no one checks the medical records.

When I got to the bar there wasn't really anyone there, none that I could remember, except Zeke.

 

I'll say this now: Zeke is the best bartender I ever met and makes the best Manly Dwarf ( actually called Dorf) drinks I ever had.

I get my drink fast and I start guzzling it down. I barely keep to my usual pace and resist chugging the entire thing. It doesn't take long where I start telling various stories. I probably told Zeke the whole nine yards.

Unfortunately, as I was told later, it was all the tragic stories I had.

 

It kinda explains why i found my suit sensors lowered. My mood just got darker and more depressing that, thinking back on it now, I think I was contemplating suicide. I'm hoping it's an afterthought and going to leave it.

 

Anyway, I think I was resting on the floor after a few drinks when Valthorne walks in.

Crimson red vulpkanin and just so happens to be the CMO. I like to think we are friends and he is competent.

I don't know if I was trying to save face or what but I think i sprouted nonsensical excuses to justify why I was so smashed.

 

I don't think it'd matter either way as, all things considered, medbay had nothing to do.

Valthorne grabs a drink and starts joining my wallowing. But I believe that was when I started cheering up. I had someone to talk and interact with; Zeke, as good a bartender he is, doesn't say much.

I stuck to my manly Dwarf drinks while Valthorne kept to some...I don't remember what it was. When he ran out I told him to try some of mine and he took to it too.

 

Soon, Praxis came along. By then I was too drunk to worry about my dream...I probably actually called him over for fun. Hell I even told him about it and gave him my Manly Dwarf.

More stories and drinks abound, including the ones where all the moments of romance I ever had ended explosively. Literally. But we were all being a happy little family. With copious amounts of vomiting and drink slinging.

 

Soon more people came into the bar to drink with us and I think at this point Nat and Garoon was behind the counter helping Zeke out.

Eventually I realized something was wrong and I ask Zeke how long we've been drinking. He says over an hour and a half.

Me and the rest of the guys were stunned.

 

It turns out an angel by the name of Jo was making sure none of us were dying from drinking the ludicrous amounts of beer-ale concoction.

He was working hard and fast making chemicals and antihol to stop us from keeling over. Though i swear he only gave the antihol to the non-vulpkanins....poor Praxis.

 

From then on things get more fuzzy and weird. Valthorne mentions some story about being forced at gun point to marry a wyrm. Some stupid-cute animal-creature-thing showed up at the bar, doing tricks and dances for us and everybody loved it.

Praxis goes on how his drink is never empty. Valthrone gets turned into a girl by the geneticist. Crazy party overall. All of medbay was having a blast that shift as well as others that joined in. It lasted for HOURS. I was too drunk to care how long it took and still surprised there was enough beer and ale to last that long for everyone.

 

Eventually the shuttle gets called while I was out for a whiz but while I drunkenly head towards there Valthorne comes up to me in a medical mechsuit of all things. I get placed in the sleeper and hauled all the way to the security escape pod.

Inside the was all my bar buddies and Ian the corgi. All cramped into such a compact pod ship.

I join in and get stuffed inside and we wait for the launch; during which someone took out a dye and painted some of us Neon pink. I'm still trying to get the stuff out of my fur.

 

Great times and moment were had that shift. I need more nice memories.

Thanks for the moment people.

*EDIT* Now with art from PhantasmicDream - Link to thread : viewtopic.php?f=17&t=4267&start=1210

 

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