I let out a slight laugh at the quartermaster. He never failed to amuse me with his temper and... well, I liked to call it "Pirate talk". I'd never actually heard a pirate talk though, so I had no idea.

"You haven't changed one bit since I last saw you. I need a 'Mech that can fit on the Liberty. You care to give me one? Hmm... on second thought, it doesn't real

Fortunatly, I had gone about reading our Mech loadouts before having came to the Bay.

"Judging from the 'Mechs we have already going to be on the ship, I'd say that I have a limited amount of 'Mechs to choose from. I noticed a Dragon type 'Mech stated as inactive in our Inventory. If that is still there, would you mind trying to fix her up and get her ready for launch? If s

"No, it looks quite fine as it is. Hmm... I suppose if it's possible you could take off the Medium laser, might give me a bit more speed withut putting too much weight elsewhere. Though, if you can't do it, it'ss fine as it is. I'm just a bit unused to more heavy-style 'Mechs, but it'd be suicidal to run into this thing with something like a Raven."

Hmm... Garland, I've always suspected you. With that jolly attitude, big red nose, and presents up the whazoo. Oh, wait... maybe that was that guy at the mall.

I was thinking the same thing as Thorn had, convieniently. It was good that we could think on the same line. It's all the better to have someone with you who knows exactly what you may be thinking of doing.

If Garland did end up being put in charge of our squad, or even if Captain... well, I guessed it was Major now, Major Maxwell would be put in charge, then I would know there was an excellent leader with us. I had worke

I climbed up and sat inside the new 'Mech, a Dragon. I hadn't piloted anything as big as a Dragon for some time... the last thing even close was my old Belial... or was it an Uziel... Nonetheless, this ride would be something different then I was used to. Hopefully the increased strength of the Dragon would pay out for the speed I gave up. After this Op was over, I was hoping to get myself my own 'Mech instead of this used pie

Wow, now I haven't seen you folks in a long, long time. Years upon years, oh how things have changed. College has begun but I'll push for some time to do the good ol' thing in this place

Well with a "restart" I think I'm going to forge a new path with a new character. Holmes Nets no more, Lance Callahan has taken the seat

Not only i

Instead of using Invision, we could use SMF: http://www.simplemachines.org/

It's an absolutely free, OPEN SOURCE forum software on par (as far as I can tell) with Invision. Although we might not be able to easily transfer the posts over, its free use and modability (thanks to its open source code) allows an excellent source for our community, I believe.

Let the features speak for themselves:

I'm w

I've been looking around tr

For no other reason than my own entertainment, I've been playing around in the free online music notation website Noteflight these past couple of days. I elected to base this quick piece around the Legionnaires. Unfortunately it's a very MIDI-level recording with incredibly simplistic devices involved (for example, no dynamic changes so things don't get louder or softer except by quantum leaps). Additionally, I can't change the tempo mid-way through which is an incredible inco

Yup I'm still around, just going through some hard stuff plus school right now. Also, not much for me to post until Thorn posts

Just to let you know though, Thanksgiving and I'm heading home so I probably won't be around too much over this weekend.

Nah, might not be as fun right now but I think it's best from a developmental point of view. And developing a character is the most fun!

It was time to start kicking for a new life. Mom and dad were dead, I had to get over it. Grandma and Grandpa Flint should have taken the dive long ago, yet somehow their bodies were still as lively as a kids.

It was annoying. Every day I had to wake up to this blasted oldie music crap, get fed some sort of... I don't even know what it could be called. Trash soup, maybe? Who cares, I'm done with them. I've

Back at the STARSHIP Cantina
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"Hey. Wake up. You ok?"

"Mom?"

Everything was still hazy. If the man's face had contorted, I couldn't tell. Heck, he could have been ranting about the meaning of life and I wouldn't have picked up a word. Those

April 14, 3067
The STARSHIP Cantina
New Foundation - Tau Ceti IV (New Earth)
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I made sure to keep that name fresh in my mind. Not only had that guy just saved my backside, but it seemed he had some connections. A gunslinger... not that they were always these righteous folk. Maybe that was the odd feeling in the pit of my stomach. Someone whose entire life revolv

The aching in my nose hadn't subsided, I was sure of that. However, the very thought of some motion in my life eased the pain. Maybe I couldn't get a job, but at the very least I could end up with a connection or two.

I still couldn't decide who exactly 'we' was supposed to be though. From the way Hobson talked and walked I would have taken him for some rich-off gun-for-hire. He had mentioned, though, he

Out of the boiling pot and into the flame. So much happened in so short a time. Not even a day ago, I'd never even been to this part of the city. Now the man in charge of a mercenary outfit wanted me to pick up a gun and run headlong into... something. What had I gotten myself into?

Hobson was a good guy, and if this base were any indication, these guys could use all the help they could get. From the moment I walked in,

I felt my confidence running short. Everything seemed so heavily reliant on this 'skill' that I lacked. Sure, I had knowledge, but experience was an irreplaceable part of a powerful unit. I'd never touched a gun before, and they all seemed... dumbfounded by that. I was just a normal citizen... sort of.... living a normal life... sort of. Well, even if I wasn't so normal, I wasn't THEIR kind of crazy. Or was I?

I had been in storms before. I had been in aerospace vessels before; heck, even a DropShip like this one. This was the first time, however, the two combined their hurtling force against me. Needless to say, I was unprepared.

Word of mouth had spread about a harsh lift-off. When what existed of the comms relay lit up our personal units to display a "strap in" signal, I figured it only a cautionary, standard protocol.

I wasn't sure where everyone had run off to. Ever since my rather... unfortunate episode at the start of the trip... I had fallen unconscious and sent to the sickbay. The most embarrassing thing I could have done by any means. Well, regardless, ever since then I'd either been in my room or grabbing a meager bite. Food stores on the DropShip weren't particularly tasteful, but they were comparable with the waste restaurants of

Haha! You know what we SHOULD do...

Create our OWN universe!