"Right then," I muttered, making my way across the tavern to the bar itself, narrowly avoiding the spray of brain matter ejecting forcefully from Death Reaver's sucking head wound. Tossing several pieces of eight on the rail, I motioned for the barkeep to send a frosty mug of ale my way.
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Innuendo? Are we to fear this newly-returned icon? *reaches for his flintlock*
The solution seemed perfect..too perfect.
"Governor, if you would be so kind as to indulge a question, which I have very little doubt is foremost on everyone's minds: what, pray tell, is the catch?"
The Governor cast me an icy glare. I remained resolute, returning the hostile expression with one of conviction.Concussions of a magnanamous nature thundered to the left and to the right, accompanied by the spray of fire and the choke of thick, stifling soke - truly a manifestation of hell itself. A lesser man would most certainly have fled in terror at the first sight of such an unholy spectacle, but the fury of combat was a familiar, if not entirely welcome environment with which I had had many encounters, and in which I was well-versed. As such, it
"Governor, if you would be so kind as to indulge a question, which I have very little doubt is foremost on everyone's minds: what, pray tell, is the catch?"
The Governor cast me an icy glare. I remained resolute, returning the hostile expression with one of conviction.Concussions of a magnanamous nature thundered to the left and to the right, accompanied by the spray of fire and the choke of thick, stifling soke - truly a manifestation of hell itself. A lesser man would most certainly have fled in terror at the first sight of such an unholy spectacle, but the fury of combat was a familiar, if not entirely welcome environment with which I had had many encounters, and in which I was well-versed. As such, it
My hands were awash in crimson blood as I forcibly dragged the neigh-on-lifeless body of Sam Grisham from the heat of battle, seeking refuge behind a fallen Vetron automaton, buying precious moments to attempt ministrations to the bounty hunter's wounds.
">loody hell...hold together there Grisham!" I exclaimed, tearing th
">loody hell...hold together there Grisham!" I exclaimed, tearing th
The Crimson Platform's grav deck was plunged into darkness as a series of apocalyptic explosions heralded the demise of the command center. Horrifying screams of terror and bloodshed accompanied the diabolical roar of the starship's atmosphere as it exited the steel confines of the cruiser's hull and made its way into the void beyond. Simultaneously, the stricken Grisham and I found ourselves adrift in a weightless environment, a
"All right, Mister Grisham, hold tight," I announced, performing one final check upon my safety harness, and doing likewise with the bounty hunter's. I had little insight into how the contrivance we were now aboard would deliver us to safety; in all honesty, the current atmosphere outside the vessel did not seem to lend itself to safety with much more effectiveness than aboard the starship. Nevertheless, our orders had been to
The escape pod thrust magnanimously forward, leaving a calamity of fire, smoke, and debris in its wake as its journey took it rapidly across the abyss of the astral plane. The pod had little in the way of control circuits, and no targeting gear, so I was compelled to search visually for the dropships patrolling the area, and hope that one of them would notice us. Fortunately, three different breeds of dropships assisted us on this mission, e
QUOTE(Captain Desparado @ Aug 5 2006, 10:27 AM) [snapback]1502[/snapback]
I've seen a few episodes of Brainiac! I love that show! Mythbusters is also great. As for Family guy, I have 3 of the 4 available boxed sets and am nearing completion of the Futurama DVDs.
Hope this thread
QUOTE(Guest @ Aug 5 2006, 07:16 AM) [snapback]1498[/snapback]
I lost 3 euros to a fruit machine once... lol
Yes lightning storms are killer. There have been a few recently, so our paranoid family rush around, turning everything of value off, just in case the same thing happens again....
Also, Wedge does seem to be the bad luck charm
Desparado..your Warrior installments are great. Keep em up!
I'M a little bit country, and a little bit rock 'n roll, so I voted 'other.'
Is anyone alive around here?
QUOTE(Captain Garrett Garland @ Aug 30 2007, 09:35 PM) [snapback]3282[/snapback]
Is Mr. Norrington still active?
Who do you think helped flesh all that stuff out?
A
did Ben just die???
WOW indeed!!!!! 
Man I would love to see more Legionnaires artwork.
Man I would love to see more Legionnaires artwork.
Egads! IS that Cap'n Jack Sparrow?!? too cool, too cool Thanks!!!!
IS that Cap'n Jack Sparrow?!? too cool, too cool Thanks!!!!
WELLl, ATM, I had to put down for a few times a week.........but once I learn the ropes here more I do hope to post more.
The OP ending is...asdljhasfKHohoasfuhosdijkMJUtgfy!! 
HOLY COW!!!!!!!!!
HOLY COW!!!!!!!!!
I voted Shadow Cat. I'm a hit-and-fader.
hi there, Lilmee, nice to meet you.
So when arewestarting the next op guys? Its been dead here.
So when arewestarting the next op guys? Its been dead here.
I could be wrong, but I think he means joining the roleplay?
A clap of thunder roared through my prison cell, a horrific eight foot by four foot chamber that terminated at one end in a barred door, and at the other end, in a toilet, above which a rectangular window with security mesh and no glass allowed all manner of elements to pour in. It wasn't the most inhumane cell I had ever occupied...no, that honor belonged to a certain gulag on Port Royal...but it was most assuredly reminiscent of it.
Where? Oh...
So? What's up?
Uh... what's up?
I don't know! You were asking for me!
It's no problem... I had that raptor back in...
Op 5?
I'll go with an Uziel, if it was around in the Stone Ages.
Isn't the Uzi a Clan 'Mech?
James Marshall Norrington, at your service. I humbly request a
Here's the catch: You must answer these questions two:
Question the first:
What are you thankful for in the battletech universe? Doubleheat sinks? Omni technology? Shiny X-Pulse lasers? A certain faction or acheivement or historical event in t
Blackberry pie, for it I would die.
Pumpkin pie - for it I would wage full-scale naval warfare, commanding a floatilla of hundreds from the bridge of Her Majesty's Ship Dauntless.
A
PREPPERATION H!!!!!!
Hoow wonderfully droll......
Might I ask when the next Op is starting?
My girl's not pregnant!
I've been paranoid, stressed out and all sorts of crazy since the ordeal.
I feel sooo relived!
Cause for celebration indeed.
*hands you a cele
"Hey.....lemmie hit that," I slurred, trying to sound as much the part of a junkie as I could. The Blakist looked up from his autoinjector angrily; at the same time a look of guilt began to cross his face as he realized he had been caught in the act of consuming outlawed controlled substances on the clock.
"[i]Shut up,<
"[i]Shut up,<
Dismantling the autoinjector had revealed a veritable treasure trove of electronic goodness. Within the device 's confined plastic case, I had harvested four needles, two lithium batteries, a switch, a miniature pump, and a bundle of wire. I also had harvested a circuit board, and some plastic tubing. I also had the plastic casing. I was sure there was a way to turn the device into some kind of lethal weapon, but I had no idea where to b
"Yes Captain, I have a question," I began, stepping forward as much as I could in the grave-like confines of the utility room. Silence reigned supreme as I began to speak.
"Captain - forgive my seemingly-overt insolence, but frankly, I'm not certain what our chances of success out there are. Odds are, if they don't already know we've gone, they soon will, and they WILL b
"Captain - forgive my seemingly-overt insolence, but frankly, I'm not certain what our chances of success out there are. Odds are, if they don't already know we've gone, they soon will, and they WILL b
( working on a post )
A short distance behind Hobson and Reade, I walked into the yard, not really knowing where I was going. I didn't really know what I was looking for, nor what it was I should be doing, considering that the prison looked more or less like an impenetrable fortress. I had plenty of means to overcome humans, but the BattleMechs and armors wandering the yard appeared far too formidible for anything that I could field. Even if I were to unload
Desparado and I made a bee line for the dropship pads as every Blakist on the compound descended on the site of the exploded fuel tanks and frantically began cordoning off the area. The din of shouted orders and screaming sirens filled the air as a thick veil of smoke rolled across the base. We were able to use this to our advantage as it obscured our frenetic run toward the landing zone. A sole Locust stood vanguard over the elevated
As our dropship eased back down again, I opened up the ship's massive weapons onto the onlsaught of incoming Blakists. Men and 'Mechs alike were obliterated under gauss rounds, PPC bursts, and countless lasers lancing out from the carrier's hull. A jarring impact heralded the arrival of the Liberty into the battle; evidently, the Blakists had brought the smaller ship to power and activated its weapons, which were now hamme
I dunno that any Blakist would want to get hit with whats in MY inventory!
I'm here & ready to go. Dunno about others.......... 
Monkey brains.
Red head...rawr.
The Duff Modem wasn't the wildest, most outrageous pub I'd ever been to in my storied naval career...no, that honor belonged to a certain swashbuckling tavern on Tortuga... but it came a close second. I watched the crowd with all the intent and focus of a hawk stalking its prey, leaving no detail unnoticed as I scanned the room with narrow eyes. Captain Desparado and Charles Maxwell flanked me on either side, Charles devouring a ciga
The taxi bumped and trundled down the roughly-paved road, its wheels catching often on sections of tattered pavement as its driver, a deranged-looking man who answered to the name 'Warthog' for reasons unknown, ran it roughshod over the holes and divots in the roadway, seemingly unaware of its perilous condition. Charles Maxwell sat in the front seat, his eyes pointing straight ahead, his posture rigid and tense. I rode in the back s
Hobson wasn't joking. Not onlywas he not going to allow us access to Benjamin, it seemed he was also quite wary of allowing Phoenix on board the Dauntless itself. Eventually, however, he relented, and allowed us into the ship's galley, where a battered Auto Vendor was the only foodservice outlet evident in the room. As we waited for Captain Garland's decision, I ordered a bowl of putrid slime from the machine, and took a seat, st
You raaaaang?
QUOTE(Captain Garrett Garland @ Nov 21 2006, 04:45 PM) [snapback]2275[/snapback]
Where? Oh...
So? What's up?
QUOTE(Captain Garrett Garland @ Nov 21 2006, 05:44 PM) [snapback]2278[/snapback]
Uh... what's up?
I don't know! You were asking for me!
QUOTE(Sona @ Nov 23 2006, 07:29 PM) [snapback]2297[/snapback]
It's no problem... I had that raptor back in...
Op 5?
I'll go with an Uziel, if it was around in the Stone Ages.
Isn't the Uzi a Clan 'Mech?
James Marshall Norrington, at your service. I humbly request a
QUOTE(Captain Desparado @ Nov 22 2006, 04:20 AM) [snapback]2290[/snapback]
Here's the catch: You must answer these questions two:
Question the first:
What are you thankful for in the battletech universe? Doubleheat sinks? Omni technology? Shiny X-Pulse lasers? A certain faction or acheivement or historical event in t
QUOTE(Captain Garrett Garland @ Nov 24 2006, 01:00 AM) [snapback]2299[/snapback]
Blackberry pie, for it I would die.
Pumpkin pie - for it I would wage full-scale naval warfare, commanding a floatilla of hundreds from the bridge of Her Majesty's Ship Dauntless.
A
Queen Anne's Revenge
QUOTE(DEATH REAVER 89 @ Dec 9 2006, 12:32 AM) [snapback]2392[/snapback]
PREPPERATION H!!!!!!
Hoow wonderfully droll......
Might I ask when the next Op is starting?
Did I already give you mine? I can't remember.,
Garland appeared as a man prepared to terminate the briefing. I took an opportunity to raise a hand.
I can't help but notice, sir, that we've assigned eleven battlemechs across three lances to garrison a dome against a negligible threat. Pray tell, exactly how big is this place? What will our posts be?
I can't help but notice, sir, that we've assigned eleven battlemechs across three lances to garrison a dome against a negligible threat. Pray tell, exactly how big is this place? What will our posts be?
Phoenix stared at me with dark, troubled eyes. They weren't the eyes of a normal man....of that one could be most certain. No, Phoenix's eyes had in them a wild, tormented glint, one most likely not uncommon for a man who had lost everything in his life and who had everything to gain. As he walked toward me, I, although I had faced countless manners of adversity in days past, felt a cold chill trace across my spine at his approach. T
Cursing and screaming filled my headset as the sounds of Fox Lance being suddenly and unexpectedly overwhelmed by a heavier force crackled through the speakers. Simultaneously, Kodiak Lance came under seige by a force comprised of only god knew what, and a second burst of horrified shouting ripped through my cockpit.
“Sit tight Desperado
“Sit tight Desperado
(This isn't the end of the op is it? Surely there's much more! I want to post but I'm confused... )
My Centurion had survived the engagement mostly intact, and stood proudly outside the palace gates, its new coat of paint giving it a truly Roman look which paid homage to its namesake. It was with no small amount of pride that I sat at the mighty war machine's controls, a satisfied smile on my face as I imagined the scores of onlookers that regarded our lance with what must have been no small amount of awe. Little did they know h
The gothic, ivory arches of the Canopian banquet hall echoed with the sounds of a lavish state banquet, accompanied by the gentle wafts of synth music which added a touch of ambience to the already opulent event. Banners from campaigns across the Inner Sphere, from the beginning of the Star League to the fall of the HPG grid, fluttered gently above the long, heavy oak table around which a truly impressive variety of guests sat, eyeing the la
I charged gallantly through the chaos-fraught corridors of the once regal palace, grappling with any opposer who dared challenge me and overthrowing them, albeit not without sustaining some personal injuries of my own in the process, negligible at best, but nonetheless present. I had little but the environment around me to fend my attackers off, as well as the ceremonial cutlass I'd worn as an accessory to my dress uniform. It was hardly
Quietly, I slipped into the vehiclebay, and I made my way toward the sole APC present. Our orders had been to meet here ; yet I didn't see any other Legionnaires present. Considering I had only my cutlass to defend myself, I didn't consider that a very good sign. Fortunately, it didn't appear that the vehicle bay was a priority to anyone who might want to brandish their weaponry in my general direction, and it was with this advan
Sona looked like death warmed over as he lay on a couch situated near the fireplace, covered in pelts of native creatures that had likely met their ends at the hands of our current host. Drool spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes rolled back in their sockets as one would expect on the countenance of an individual who had just passed a mind-altering bowel movement. His breathing came heavy and labored, and I shook my head sadly
whoa...wtf...lol...
Murmerings and grumblings of mutinous behavior flew through the air, spreading like wildfire as news of the Phoenix clone's latest betrayal swelled through the ranks of our group. I shook my head in disbelief - Charles Maxwell's project had been nothing but a burden and liability to us since it was allowed to join the collective, and its latest transgression - stealing the Locust, our sole BattleMech, had been the most severe
Schuster glared icy daggers at me from across the hold of the van as we trundled in, his stare so imperious that it could claim a man's life without a secndthought. He had approached mfor the kill switch information nd had been most upset when I had utterly declined to share it with him. I didn't claim to understand the allegiances of the young man, who spokewith a thick German accent, but I certainly didn't want such inf
As much as I was loathe to admit it, the sight of the Jade battleforce sent a wave of pure terror through me. My Centurion was a scrapper, of that there could be no doubt, but against sixteen opponents, there were few that could take that many and survive. Nonetheless, I was going to have to fight, and with the possibility of Phoenix still alive in my Mech's fist, though this was a fact which was far from certain, I had the prope
I Agree with Nick, keep it coming. It's fantastic.
1024 X 640 
QUOTE(Captain Desparado @ Jan 20 2007, 12:25 AM) [snapback]2549[/snapback]
My girl's not pregnant!
I've been paranoid, stressed out and all sorts of crazy since the ordeal.
I feel sooo relived!
Cause for celebration indeed.
*hands you a cele
I third that emotion!
Happy bird-day Ben! *crashes a tankard of ale down on the bar*
Thanks for the guidelines man! I admit I wasnt 100 percent on what I should do. I'll post later tonight.
M.V. Dauntless
High Orbit - Galatea
9 May 3071
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I cast the datapad aside with a brutal flick of my wrist, sending the small noteputer spinning through the zero-gravity environment of the 'Mech bay to collide with a far bulkhead. I couldn't believe it. Wedge...Sona...whoever he was...was being put in command of a lance. I truly didn't know what was worse - the gun
High Orbit - Galatea
9 May 3071
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I cast the datapad aside with a brutal flick of my wrist, sending the small noteputer spinning through the zero-gravity environment of the 'Mech bay to collide with a far bulkhead. I couldn't believe it. Wedge...Sona...whoever he was...was being put in command of a lance. I truly didn't know what was worse - the gun
"Ms. Thastus. What can I do for you?"
The Clanner drifted toward my machine's cockpit in the zero-gravity environment of the 'Mech Bay. As she drew nearer, she narrowed her eyes, and scowled at me.
"Lourde is our lance leader."
"Yes, I know,"
The Clanner drifted toward my machine's cockpit in the zero-gravity environment of the 'Mech Bay. As she drew nearer, she narrowed her eyes, and scowled at me.
"Lourde is our lance leader."
"Yes, I know,"